The birch bark curled off the dead tree
A face, a mask.
It was just the right height for me to look through the eye holes
Just the right size to fit my face.
I imagined the dance I would do,
becoming for a moment,
another tree in the woods.
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I think the Old Ones would approve.
AH, I like that…
Wow…once again❣️
Love your eye,
Wendy
Thank you Wendy. :)