Standing with the Trees

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Winter’s descent upon the trees in my yard has stripped them clean. No more leaves or seed remain. Their gray woody branches poke bravely upward to the sky. Here we are, they say. I look at these trees and know that their nakedness is seasonal, not permanent. Encoded within each…

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