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I like the way my father talks about trees. Introducing me to the one across the street from the new houseβ€”"This one's a sycamore, and I'd say it's doing a **** good job at it." It'd be a clichΓ© to say he thinks of them as his friends, which he doesn't. But it wouldn't be overdone to say that he knows them as if they were, which he does.
experimenting with some prose
Tyler Lockwood
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Tyler Lockwood
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