A tree I found on the foreshore in Hawke’s Bay seems somehow brave and yet also fragile in a place where there are few other trees.
When I think about it, this sole tree – standing there with the slender protection of that fence – somehow encapsulates what it is to be a writer – standing out there where you’re likely to be weathered by the elements, largely alone. And yet not. I find that inspiring. Do you?
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