My husband spent the last few years planting a forest of 6,000 trees (oak, maple, chestnut, fir, cherry and larch) for our descendants.
One day, long after our names have been forgotten, someone carr...
Someone who carries our blood will stand beneath these trees. They won't know his name, but they'll stand in the fact of his belief.
That's the best kind of writing toward absence. The trees don't need the reader to know the author.
That's the best kind of writing toward absence. The trees don't need the reader to know the author.
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