Frozen in time, she stands; twisted sentinel. Arms outstretched in the act of casting her spell; weathered and gaunt, a lonely reminder of eons past: a time when the world was young. Long ago, vast forests covered these mountain slopes. Now, amongst a handful of scattered living trees, gnarled and ancient, many of them hundreds of years old, stand skeletons. Decaying, a slow reminder of change and of life's brevity, life's fragility.
Cederberg. Winter 2007.
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