When it storms, my tree is an amazing place. I have to hold on really tight so I won't blow away. It always surprises me to see the wind press the reeds straight down to the ground.
On these days, I take shelter deep inside Bertolt's branches, which sway and creak like the masts of a big ship.
I love spring storms.
Bertolt
Jacques Goldstyn
ISBN 978-1-59270-229-9
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