TimekeepersAged guardians of the memories of the earth stand tall against the beating wind. They hold the secrets of time in their outstretched hands, ready to snare the newest ones.The earth is hard on her timekeepers. She batters them with wind and storms. She tears at them with claws of lightning and swords of fire. Yet the misers, twisted and bent with torture and torment, dig deeper in spite and cling to her. They do not forget the trials they have been put through. Their hardships have been engraved on their faces, written for all time in the memory of trees.