re: Looking at a stack of firewood and wondering what stories it could tell

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Looking at a stack of firewood and wondering what stories it could tell

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What animals took refuge in the shade of those trees? Or climbed up the side?

What was going on in the world when those trees first sprouted with natures hope of lasting?

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I come to the OT for these kinds of posts. Thanks baw

I wonder if he ever wrote "The Taking Tree"

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We would love to know the story of that coin.

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I found Roman coin in some change once. Worn, but almost 1000 years old.

Posted it here too. Pondering the same thoughts.

Your tree for instance.
The seed, tossed out the window of a carriage by some king, his half eaten fruit beginning the story.
A mute witness to the centuries, unable to act, but still a player in the game.
As a sapling a branch torn off to whip a page.
Its first fruits the salvation of a hungry traveler, who would go on to do great things.
Beneath its shade would sit warriors, poets, lovers. All would thank it and carve their names into its trunk.

And through it all the relentless song of time plays.
Then, as centuries pass, the descendant of the king builds a great hall, a place of grandeur. And a massive timber, straight and true, is needed.

And so, as all things must end, so does our stalwart star. But as they haul it away it drops its last fruits along its path.

The tree becomes the main beam in the great hall, looking down and seeing all. The dances, the deceit, the fights, the feasts.

The ancestor of the man his first fruits fed gives rousing speeches, slapping the table, made of that same tree, for emphasis.

And all along the path to the hall now grow fruit trees, its progeny. And feed the many.

Please start a new thread the day after you see a girlfriend or wife’s vagina for the first time and regale us with the stories that the snatch could tell.