Dead Veins

Standing over a hill in Santander, I can already see  the tip of Negros Oriental. A tree with empty, dead-like veins blocks my view. But in reality, it is a part of nature's improvisation of creating stunning landscape. It's leaves may be nevermore, still standing though, against the whiplash of nature and the unsteady soil it was planted. Forever serving as the replacement of a ruined watchtower located few steps behind it. 

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