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I talk to the Sycamores- the eight sentinels ones I planted as seed Ten or more years- I touch their trunks tell them they are doing well They in turn shelter and much more love me as their own.
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Jul 30, 2024
Jul 30, 2024 at 4:49 PM UTC
The Eight Sycamores
I talk to the Sycamores- the eight sentinels ones I planted as seed Ten or more years- I touch their trunks tell them they are doing well They in turn shelter and much more love me as their own.
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nivek
Jul 30, 2024
Jul 30, 2024 at 4:49 PM UTC
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