It didn’t seem to be a shrine. There was no sign of candles, or incense, or floral offerings. If foreheads had pressed against the statue, seeking blessings, they had done so without leaving a trace.
Perhaps it was by accident that the statue landed up there. Maybe someone felt that placing the statue on a tree was more reverential than dumping it in the garbage bin.
In a few years, or a few dozen years, Mother Mary will be captured by the roots. She will become one with the living breathing entity. If the icon survives that long, that is.
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