Our Tree is the same age as our house, and about as old as I am. If this pine were my sibling, that one year would matter greatly, always and forever. So I better acknowledge that this tree is one year my senior (yet very much my age). Weathered, not quite straight, still standing tall and strong. Nobody told us a tree could tie you down. We couldn't have predicted we'd grow attached to a tree. But there's a wonderful sense of belonging that comes with this possesion. We have a tree in the back yard. We're possessed by that tree, it possesses us.
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