What a joy it is...
What a joy it is: to know a tree for decades; to remember the intoxicating fragrance of insect-buzzed blossoms; to recall birds, and nests, held in branches; to bring to mind the texture of bark, the color of autumn leaves, and the shapes of imperfect little apples.
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