you, broad elm,
shaved down to earth –
I stand now
on your great stump, yearn to be
your medium, tell what you will
Day 26
26 Thursday Apr 2018
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I love this – oh, if trees could talk.
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Yes. Especially 150-year-old elms!! I am still grieving the tree coming down.
Thank you for your kind words.
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