Wood Heart, by Paul Roark
At Woods Lake in the John Muir Wilderness, I came upon an old
stump that took on a curious shape. I'm always fascinated by
the strange thoughts that these twisted roots can evoke. Different
people, of course, see different things. My daughter sees the heart.
My mother sees a horse. My wife doesn't want the photo hanging in our
house at all.
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