Tangible Stars

In some ways the trees are as unknowable as the stars. Here they are, tangible secrets, immense suns and mountains that are somehow alive before us. Let us feel their comfort and their power, and call them small deities, for here the stars have fallen at our feet, and look how mindlessly we stomp over them.

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