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Wednesday, 7 March 2018

the tree

I heard myself talking about safe ground.I see my life flashing
before my eyes.I saw the long muddy branches.I thought I was
going to die! I felt the breeze at the top of the branches.I heard
Kids blabbing about how high they were. I felt the
breakable Rough trunk.I wondered if a possum made this tree.
I wondered if someone had died falling off the tree.









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