When I’m an Old Lady, I’ll Talk to the Trees
On a day early last week, distressed and hemmed in by busyness, I walked down the road to our scrubby, half-beaten patch of woods, and prayed. I have always done this. From an early age, I have known trees. When I was a girl, Dad brought home a dozen maple saplings and planted them around […]
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