Nun's Wooden Leg

The tree grows straight up but leaning towards the sun. It has not grown thick but long reaching out through the walls and pushing past the 'long gone roof' of the disused church. No foliage, no leaves, just bare, barren branches weaving around themselves into the sky. The sun rays through them leaving shafts onto the mud floor but somehow it never feels light; it never feels warm here. The walls bear no plaques, no names, no memories of past parishioners - just bricks and stones still standing in defiance against a world that has long forgotten them. Arches and doorways still bent in beautiful curves with stones borders but no doors or windows remain to prop them there.

In the Nave some smoothness remains on the walls, darkened by damp and age and covered in painted graffiti explaining of Kim 4 Ben who once were here and now long gone only their names and love statement remaining. Its cold in the covered area and darkly dim, feeling uncomfortable - not a place to stay a while.

The tree growing out has a story. It is reputed to be the wooden leg of a Nun who was slaughtered at that very spot. Her body and leg left to rot and grow into this tree. The church destroyed along with her body leaving her spirit and soul to grow forever sky ward.

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