The aspen watched from a distance as the sharp teeth of a chainsaw cut cruelly into the weathered bark of the old sycamore.
Category: Literary Sojourns Tags: flash-fiction, friday fictioneers, life, nature, Rochelle Wisoff-Field, short story, smoke, spirit, survival, tree
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