The child within
There are the remains of a small tree on Bovey Heath.
It’s started to disintegrate and the trunk has shattered. Deep within it, though, is a fascinating heart. It looks like the hard wood at the centre, the image of the original sapling, is still there, preserved under all the layers of years. As the tree ages, so its youth becomes more obvious.
As does my childhood.
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