And The Tree Spoke – #WRITEPHOTO

And The Tree Spoke – #WRITEPHOTO

That afternoon I had buried my beloved Clara. I had buried the one person who had meant everything in life to me. I had buried her between the two leafless trees right near my little villa. Clara had meant everything in the world to me. I was still unable to believe that she was no longer a part of my life.

We had been married for just ten months. Every day of those ten months was etched in my mind. The lovemaking, the laughter, the fun of sprayin...