February 26, 2008
Arts & Culture
Yet the tree remains.
We are the leaves, Hermanito, believe it! Renewed in spring, Enjoying the summer, Parading in fall, Gone in winter.
But what of the tree?
Only the rocks, Hermanito, Live forever.
And there are always the rocks.
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