Two Sentences Tuesday #02

At a passing glance, the gnarled, stumpy branches and massacred bark of the majestic river Red Gum could have easily been mistaken for a lone pillar of deadwood; battered and ravaged by time and the natural elements. Silent in concentration as the words of the Elder reverberated in their ears, the participants gathered around the wide girth of …

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