Version 1 Sitting at my kitchen table, I can see only the middles of our mighty oaks. Straight and broad, they stand in an irregular formation in my backyard. On this spring day, I am tricked into believing it’s fall as I see no branches laden with leafing buds. I see only gray sky as … Continue reading The view from my window
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