A small girl in pink crocs flits past a tree that probably dates from colonial times. Over the centuries, its roots have painstakingly spread from its massive trunk, while generations of humans have beaten a path around it. A parade of humanity has intersected with this tree over time. Imagine the ghosts!
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What beautiful flowers. I love purple because the second I look at it, I feel a rush of joy.
Sasha
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2018-03-07T06:59:49-06:00
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I’ve been to the Warren Woods many times and strongly believe that Mr. C picked an ideal spot to propose...
Sam
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2018-03-12T15:02:03-05:00
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Thanks for painting a picture of the noisy city with your words. Despite the noise, I miss the place.
Lori
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2018-03-12T15:10:12-05:00
Lori
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How lovely to turn an unexpected wait in a vast airport into an artful observation. Thank you for looking outside...
Mary Beth
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2018-03-12T15:16:24-05:00
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