EGLĖ
The spruce tree (eglė) and the woman named Eglė – two parallel worlds, intertwining and recurring across time. The tree, standing quietly by the roadside for decades, silently observes the lives of those who pass. And Eglė, with a thoughtful gaze, follows the flow of everyday life, patiently awaiting the fate foretold by legends.
Perhaps she is the same Eglė who lives quietly in my neighborhood, or perhaps she is that Eglė – the one who, undeterred by time's hardships and the whisper of wind, still tirelessly waits for her Žilvinas to return, rising from the sea in a swirl of white foam. Like a tree, she is deeply rooted in the earth, yet her soul travels with the tale carried by the breeze.
The tree and the woman – despite the world spinning ever faster – exist in quiet harmony, as if continuing each other’s story, their roots and spirits woven together in an eternal, unbroken dance of being.
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