Natural Strength
He watches me from over the barred iron gate as I make my way to work each morning. I can tell by the shape and thickness of his arms, as he flexes them for me to see, that he works out.
An exhibitionist, he waits to greet me on my walk back home, too. He flexes, and I smile. Each time I see him I can’t help but wonder: will I ever posses such strength as he?
I can’t tell you exactly why, but I love that photo. Kinda reminds me of the Whomping Willow’s younger, punier cousin, the Steve Rogers before he was Captain America.
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Haha, Steve Rogers! Yes, I see it now 😀 This tree shall forever be known as Steve.
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Steve, has a nice ring to it 😉
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