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Let’s tell each other stories. Imagine folding out a huge map of the world – big enough so that you can see your father’s country home in the backwoods of England – and you find me standing there in the spot where Vancouver should be. Except that I’m a tree, and I’m watching you from a knot in my bark (which is really a big eye), waiting to see where you’ll go next. I’ll watch you hop from continent to continent, and I’ll listen to all the breathless, breathtaking stories you’ll pick up along the way. And when you’re tired, you can sit under my shady canopy and let me tell you a tale of calmer things – of the wind and flowers and birds. And when you’re refreshed, you can jump from my limbs to wherever it is you feel you must go. We will find each other presents, and slowly but surely, our stories will take on characteristics of each other. You will sing a song of all the flowers in a quiet Indian garden, and I will tell you of one brave leaf that blew all the way across an ocean. This is so important, this perfect love we share.
Let’s tell each other stories. Imagine folding out a huge map of the world – big enough so that you can see your father’s country home in the backwoods of England – and you find me standing there in the spot where Vancouver should be. Except that I’m a tree, and I’m watching you from a knot in my bark (which is really a big eye), waiting to see where you’ll go next. I’ll watch you hop from continent to continent, and I’ll listen to all the breathless, breathtaking stories you’ll pick up along the way. And when you’re tired, you can sit under my shady canopy and let me tell you a tale of calmer things – of the wind and flowers and birds. And when you’re refreshed, you can jump from my limbs to wherever it is you feel you must go. We will find each other presents, and slowly but surely, our stories will take on characteristics of each other. You will sing a song of all the flowers in a quiet Indian garden, and I will tell you of one brave leaf that blew all the way across an ocean. This is so important, this perfect love we share.