The Being in the Tree
Apr21

The Being in the Tree

The Being in the Tree There is a large, old black walnut tree that owns the backyard of a house I used to live in. She is magnificent with arms that reach way up to the sky with old brown crooked fingers and rough grey-brown bark in patterns all over her. She loses all her leaves in the fall and is the last tree in the spring to sprout green leafy fingers. Black squirrels chase up and down her body competing for her walnuts,...

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