Elvin was aware when Agnes stepped foot into the forest again. He couldn’t tell it was her, until the birds came and told him. He smiled, thanking them, letting the one who had landed in his branches rest there. He didn’t mind the little weight added.
He sat leaning against his tree, his life, growing at the edge of the lake. He spend most of his time here, feeling content and at peace. Sometimes some animals came to him, bunnies or deer, occasionally even a bear. Snuggling up to him, enjoying his presence. And he was always glad for the company, humming soft tunes he remembered, though didn’t know the origin of anymore.
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