Author’s note:  I blame the lack of sleep for this unusual piece, now added to my collection of fiction.  Thank you for suffering along with me and my odd sense of writing  😉

“You’re embarrassing me”

“Me? Have you taken a good look at yourself?”

“Whatever do you mean?”

“Really, must you two always bicker about the same thing?”

“Well, she looks awful!”

“I do not, you do”

And as the father treed sighed, listening to the two women trees bicker over whose hair looked better, the moon quietly watched. He had heard it all before. Though he knew the barren branches of the trees would never be tamed, he continued to shine on them, a light to illuminate their differences, a glow to show them they were, indeed, the same.  Beautiful.

 

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