It was a place where an ancient tree grew surrounded by the offerings from those in search of a cure for their woes and protection from their foes.
I drove a single toxic copper coin into its bark, a ritual to ask the universe to absorb all of my disease and to provide a solution to the what ifs and why nots of my existence. Iām still waiting.
I'd like to have this
.Collection........ Being a Non-Writer with Something to Say