The sham of a backwoods man grew older in this place where there are no real trees to climb. These trees are easy to embark. Even for the ripe old man. So he had long lived here when before he had been a child running in forests and scaling real trees as if a primordial cousin prehistoric and hunting. It was so long ago that one would be hard pressed to even consider he was of that place. He is from here. As was his wife and children. Continually forgetting childhood games for everything that had to be gotten to. They plant small trees in the yard. Sometimes they are killed by drought or neglect but maybe some will grow.


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