The Tree of Life

For in the clearing’s center stood the Tree of Life. He had met the symbol too often in patterns and designs not to recognize it, but here that fabulous thing was living, growing, actually springing up from a rooted firmness in the spangled grass as any tree might spring. Yet it could not be real.

© 2016 Positronic Publishing (Rafbók): 9781515411208

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Rafbók: 23 september 2016