There is no such thing as closure.
There are only scars that heal.

I stumbled upon this tree on a winding path that my dog was navigating with a leg-cocking ziz-zag-ularity.
I don’t know…are these wounds? Or perhaps the tracings of some bark burrowing insect?

Im thinking that a long time ago, someone cut this tree. Fine sharp incisions that were invisible at first.
For whatever reason.
With whatever tool.

Over time the wounds opened up and bled sapwood and ventilated the tender cambium.
Slowly, for slow is all the tree knows, shallowed and healed.

Now they are as much a part of the tree as any other, no less but much more, adding something unintentionally extra that sets this tree apart from those without.