THE VINES (Bill Pridham)
Picture if you will, a large forest. Somewhere in the forest there is a small clearing. In the center of the clearing, there are two young vines, side by side, growing together. In time, their branches and tendrils intertwine. Together, they face icy blasts of winter, the welcome of warmth, and they bask in the golden glow of summer.
Then one day, someone comes along and decides that one of the vines would do better in another place. Upon digging it up, he finds that the only way the vines can be separated is to cut them down the middle--thus they are parted.
We have been told that all wounds are healed by time. That remains to be seen. But, we are assured that wherever the vine was taken, a part of the remaining vine went with it, and the remaining vine holds near and dear a part of the vine that was taken away.