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I sat beneath a silver maple split in two, yet still growing. Dead leaves and nestlings chirping like quick fire sirens settled in the vein-like branches above. The maple's cracked canyon bark was dotted with yellow lichens like distant city lights.
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
In the Park
I sat beneath a silver maple split in two, yet still growing. Dead leaves and nestlings chirping like quick fire sirens settled in the vein-like branches above. The maple's cracked canyon bark was dotted with yellow lichens like distant city lights.
christopher-cizek
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May 5, 2014
May 5, 2014 at 6:28 PM UTC
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