There are trees that don't need to justify themselves. This one grows crooked, twisted by the years and the winds, and that's precisely why it stands. A print of a watercolor and ink painting, this bookmark is a workshop fragment that has become a reading companion.
Slip it between two pages and let it do what it does best: hold its place, silently.
My soul needed a tree, a silence, and a page to disappear into for a moment.
