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Such fondness as this is born of beauty in the young days from the willow-wand sapling growing taller, greening her leaves bursting blossom firework flumes and sparks exploding growing now bushing greening deeper yellow browner with the cycled years growing the bark wrinkling in laughter lines trunk bending limbs gesturing older wood now smelling somehow rich-sweeter growing and thrusting a fuller crown towards darkening dusk with a beauty born of time-richened mulch the willow wand reaches up and out and down and down to the black running beck to savour each precious last drop of life .... Love |