It is said that the age of a tree can be counted in their rings. If this is true, what would this piece of wood, weathered from outside speak? Weathered from the elements that nature brings, love sonnets carefully carved on its body, trees whisper.
"It is not so much for its beauty that the forest makes a claim upon
men's hearts, as for that subtle something, that quality of air that
emanation from old trees, that so wonderfully changes and renews a weary
spirit."
- Robert Louis Stevenson
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