This path leads to my door. A tiny hazy fog was misting underneath the trees, while the sun was shining brightly on the road at the end of the path. Huge Oak trees grow in the front yard, though one was lost to a terrible storm. This one stands proudly over the path. Perhaps the myst could be a ghostly visitor? Several people have crossed over in this house, and many animals on this very section of the road.... often come to 'haunt'... TREE MYST ©Mary E Parker 2004
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