Crunch! The snowshoes pushed down the frozen layers of snow
A traveler marching through an open yard within the forest
Towards the humble home
Knock knock knock
The door opens, standing in the warm threshold of the hearth lit home, an elder man
“Hi, long time no see”
Hello, said the traveler, I’ve come to bring a gift of tradition
“Very well”
Please take this branch
This branch represents peace
No matter what it’s destiny
Be it thrown aside to become the humus of the woods
Be it burned to warm your bones
Or hung in honor, until the pines fall away and the bough rots
No matter how you dissect its nature scientifically
Nothing can change it’s nature and purpose
Its common cause
Just as we cannot change ours
This branch represents that common cause; That of peace
I must be going now friend, the darkness is upon us
“Until next year!”
The door shuts behind him
The snow crunches underfoot
The traveler walks back through the wilderness singing…
“We shall overcome… someday”
A tear frozen to his cheek
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