Sunday, April 19, 2015

I Speak for the Trees

The tulip trees bloom with purple flames shading into white. Third Street is lined with giants, branches stretched above the roofline to catch the light.

"I love these trees," I say, patting a particularly solid one that moves not at all in response.

Katie fits her hands into its craggy bark and leans up against it for a second, saying, "Cool."

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