Ghosts

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  1. Nell says:

    Lovely.
    That’s a post oak, isn’t it? You’re very observant– there’s something haunting about a leafless post oak standing solitary in the mist, with every limb and twig twisted like a gnarled old man. It’s not ornamental, but it has the beauty of endurance.