Two Beech trees stand on the footpath to Totnes.
Sentinels overlooking the path from the steep bank.
Beautiful. Magnificent. Huge in stately perfection.
On the trunk of one is carved: Sam loves Brooke. On the other: I love Amy. Where are Sam, Brooke, I and Amy now?
The tree remains, growing serenely upwards.
Just as the tree, we bear scars. Scars inflicted by others and by ourselves.
Just as the tree, we do not allow them to stop us reaching our full potential
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| A reminder not to hold on to emotional injury |
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