The next entry in a weekly-ish series inspired by Todd Warshaw's daily 366pixels photo blog. I pick a photo and write exactly 366 characters--not including spaces--inspired by it.
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Hayley knitted her fingers with her grandmother’s. June’s skin was so thin that when she moved, Hayley could feel the outlines of the other woman’s bones.
“I just can’t believe the birch is gone.” June sighed. “The winter was too much for it.”
“In a way it’s still here.” Hayley traced her toe over the gnarled roots. Neither tree nor earth was ready to say goodbye.
June huffed. “Hardly.”
“It’s here,” Hayley repeated. “And it’s beautiful.”
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