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Jun 2013
we went for a walk,
and there was this tree.
i pointed it out to you,
because it looked like something
someone painted in a
famous picture
somewhere in an
incredible museum
with it's fully leafed out branches
with green that seemed to never end;
the perfect story book tree,
from every fairytale you've ever read.

we walked towards this tree,
and when we got up to it,
i looked closer.
you innocently said
"you know,
this thing is a lot uglier
up close"
it had gnarled knots
on it's mishappen trunk,
torn and tattered wind-worn bark.
the back of this tree was gone.
once you got to the other side of it,
all you saw was the uneven angry
stub of a branch
that used to be there.

i stopped for a second,
to look at what i had thought
was so perfect, so picturesque.

there was a little part of me that
cried in that moment -
a little part of me that mourned
for that broken, gnarled half of
something beautiful.
and when i turned back around,
i held your hand a little tighter,
walked a little closer,
because even the trees can fool me.
if even the trees can put on a mask...
then nothing is as it seems.
gabrielle boltz
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gabrielle boltz  wonderland
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