A tree hugger I am not. Far from it. Not for me the woolly bobble hat, the uniform-like unwashed look, the unfashionable footwear and customary facial hair. But it has to be said that from a poetic point of view I love trees. I adore the way they are witnesses to life going on around them. Living watchers who must think all this human running around is fairly silly in the grand scheme of things.
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