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Until one day last week, the naked magnolia tree still had one brown leaf, dry as old skin, cracker-crunchy, pressed right up against the living room window. Every time there was a storm, I would watch the leaf closely for … Continue reading

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There is This Tree, Again

I am trying to love the magnolia tree outside my living room window. After all, I have been staring at it for four and a half years now and it’s a tree, right? It’s a living thing. Why hate a … Continue reading

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