Thursday, December 27, 2012


Someone I love wrote this. I'm in love with it:
In the weeks following the storm, upended trunks and broken branches lay scattered on the ground like soldiers strewn across a Civil War battlefield. Unlike the trees, we bury our dead. We scrubbed the blood off the leaves and shoved our men underneath. But the fallen trees remained aggressively visible and still. It’s like they want us to remember.

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