Please Lord, they can take everything else, but my thinking tree, please, allow that one solace to remain. It is so beautiful sitting there by the creek, all covered on moss and is such a comfort to me. I accept whatever You choose as best, but I ask you to remember that the little things are important.
My voice quivered as the luscious moss soaked in my tears. Running my hand over the trunk of the beautiful trees, my heart completely broke at the thought of losing this, one of my last physical comforts.
Exhaustion overwhelmed me.
With mossy roots as a pillow, I lay down clinging to every moment and comforted myself remembering that at the present rate, it would be two years before it moved on from its present location.
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Little Things
RandomIsn't it the little things that make all the difference? Here is a compilation of observations about the little things. Sequel to "Nothing". It is not necessary to read "Nothing" to understand this.
