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Nov 2020
Ancient Fairchild Oak
Stripped away with saws and rakes
More room for the dead
The History: The day brought me to a memorial garden with Fairchild Oaks draped in Spanish Moss.   I watched as a group of 12 cleared the tree for more dead ground. I decided when I'm reborn next, I'll call my name Mori.
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   Frances Raeburn
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