September 25, 2020

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As my own trunk gets grayer and covered with wrinkles and becomes a map for others covered with the scars left by life's twists and turns, my favorite matriarch maple along the river becomes ever more meaningful. In its own resplendence each fall where its sips the pure waters of the river where it once again, deliberately momentarily, glows its brightest, it reminds me of the deep beauty, resilience and wisdom that comes only to the most patient of ancient beings.