Tuesday, July 26, 2011
I'm powerless to stop this too. My mom is resolved.
I detest the human habit of getting rid of what lives become inconvenient. The basswood tree has a contract with "a tree surgeon" to be removed.
There goes another memory — 20 summers sitting in its shade with my dad.
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