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Just a tree in a field

Tree in a field

Tree in a field

It was our tree. We climbed to the highest branches to see distant lands. We hid from bandits. We soared over mountains with our twin engine’s propellers popping and spitting in the altitude. Remember, Davey? Old Farmer Jenkins yelled so loud if he caught us. Until the emphysema got him.

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(Image credit: Pixabay image by JuergenPM)

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