Years ago, after I had known her a few weeks we walked on the heath.
I foolishly agreed to carve the words SHE and I and FOREVER on a tree.
I already had my doubts about her suitability as a muse, so spent the day searching out the tree nearest death. Just in case. I found and chose an old horse chestnut, it's leaves blighted and yellowing.
I carved 'she and I forever' on its elephant bark.
I returned to the tree alone this autumn and found the tree fallen and decaying. My carving obliterated by rot.
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Many of the chestnut trees in the Herault (sweet not horse) were presumed decimated by disease decades ago. Or perhaps the errant discarding of shoes in the Region was a sign of profiligacy in love; a foreign scribe at work? We can but marvel at the lumbering fall of so many French beauties.
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