These twisted and writhing limbs reach out drawing memory and present into an arboreal gothic reality.
Late winter, sunshine is weakly reflected off the leathery trembling leaves, strewing shards of light across the sweet decaying mould.
This sensorial moment evokes a timelessness, a feeling of never having left this verdant strip of suburban wildness.
The familiarity does not create contempt, nor does the smallness of the scene lessen the magic.
Rather, the full participative wild freedom of that far off time rushes back to this present moment.
Once again, the extraordinary is found within the heart of the seemingly ordinary and the feral untamed wildness of Gaia is felt deep within the city.
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