The Tree at the End of Time

Between the beginning and the end, there is sometimes only the length of a breath, the merest glimpse of a possibility.

But the end still comes when it must.

The temptation is there, of course; to defy time, to make a different ending for it all.

Those that try, even with the very best of intentions, become wraiths living half-lives, dragged back eventually to where they started from.

The ending that was always going to be, waits. Implacable.

Damian Mark Whittle

 

 

 

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