An image bubbles up unbeknownst finding its way to the surface .
From a distant place an imploring whisper grows louder, flowing forth through gnarly, twisted branches of wars and supreme court decisions “Give me love, give me light, give me hope, give me peace on earth…”
George Harrison’s voice, a guitar, and piano soothing my soul.
There is a class to those old style lamps that just isn’t found in modern street lights, Arati, and the tree seems to know it. –Curt
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