Sunday, 9 June 2024
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Hello. All is well. God is love.

Today, I was a tree. Well. I tried. 

Out in the forest, I spotted a tiny bird flapping about.

What if I picked up a stick and pretended to be a tree? Maybe. It was worth a try.

The bird circled me, tree to tree, but no luck. Maybe I wasn't a tree after all.

I moved on but kept the stick. Why wouldn't I? It's a perfectly good stick.