It stood in all it’s grandeur. Every branch at attention, ready for their next order. They extended out to reach the furthest corners of the room, the whole room graced with it’s presence. The branches outnumbered my thoughts, brining my counting to a halt
Each surface of the tree was covered in lights or decorations. The gold and red colours shinning for all to see. The baubles came in an array of sizes from small to extra large. Each one daring you to look away.
At the top of the tree stood the most magnificent sight of all, the star. It’s presence almost missed as the gold camouflages with the baubles, almost lost but yet easy to be found. It stood like a teacher, waiting for you notice it, waiting for you to stand still and pay attention.
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The Art of Trying to Write 