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Dec 2023
Grown up cedar in cone shape
Sits beside the barb wire fence.
A gift from birds and God.
Not being put to use.
Just awaiting our old truck.
“Holler, if you see someone.”
Chopped with quick aim.
Pushed in back.
Tree for Christmas just for me!
Rebecca
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Rebecca  59/F/Virginia
(59/F/Virginia)   
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   Thomas W Case
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