Talk about too big for your britches!
 Rough hewn birch bark that looks to have aged to perfection.
Gone but not forgotten. It isn't something you can put between two slices of bread. It's not one that you would warm up or take for lunch, but its firm buck-skin color and the veins that once gave it meaning will slowly fade and exist again; chlorophyll laden, green sunlight worshiping life.  The rose of Autumn. The color of love. Deep eyed wonder and a lust to see more. 
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Trees: The ultimate inspiration. A source of beauty, a source of strength; energy.
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