Here you can see where the lightning split the venerable old tree.
Lauren at her tree.
Moss garden.
Corby and me in front of the tree.
Later when I spoke of the tree, some others said they'd visited it and recognized that someone had been honoring it, but hadn't known the back story. They'd just enjoyed the presence of this life that's esperienced so many passing seasons.
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