Ice covers the trees, like a clear barrier to seeing one's essential nature. Groaning under the weight of this burden, branches break, great old trees fall, and ice-covered branches clank against each other noisily. The temperature changes, and ice turns again to water. No longer bent under the weight of their load, touching the sky again. Tree, water, ice, sky and change.
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