OUT OF THE WOODS
You could see her everywhere you look. Her beauty was wild, untamed. She was one of this world’s marvels, one that you don’t come across every day. She was born from the woods; timeless and ancient yet still had a lot more to see; wild as the thorns of the old oak tree, you had to bleed your way through to her; complicated and intertwined as the twigs of great sequoia tree, protective and balanced, always in pursuit of new visions. And no matter what life brought, she always found the way to stand her ground.
