My life touching yours -
living, belonging, reaching,
growing together.
Your life touching mine -
living, belonging, reaching,
growing together.
Forever.
We belong.
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Excerpted from Planet Annelies,
20100825 -
You know, that chestnut tree of yours, my loveliest Miyang, fell over a couple of days ago.
In spite of efforts to preserve it, my darling, it was toppled by a storm.
The tree was simply too old, my love, but the timeless substance of what it now represents - if we are vigilant at heart and if we ponder about it here within - may only be multiplied by this act of God.
That old chestnut tree represents (yes, in present tense) your hope for better things, you know. And because this is a hope that is shared by all of humanity, it has a definite resonance that can not be toppled by any temporal storm.
So why not plant a new one, my darling, nurture it through the years, and let the generations (of our one family of nations) rally themselves in time through it?
Let us plant a lineage of these trees to stretch to the shores of forever and let our allied generations be fostered by it.
After all, remembrance is forever. Remembrance is what holds vigil over the sheltering wings of our peace as nations. If the tree speaks of remembrance, it can never be toppled.
Update: Apparently, a number of new saplings were taken from the old tree, my darling, and was a thing thought of independent of our suggestion here (which only reinforces our point).
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