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Sick Tree

March 21, 2020

When I was five my park was Ray Park in Chicago. There were some little trees there; I don't know the kind, but they had trunks with offshoots close to the ground. A child could easily sit on the low branches or climb higher. 

I had one favorite tree. I would talk to it as if it were a person and hug it. I can't remember if I gave it a name or gender, but I think I genuinely saw it as more like a person. 

One day all the trees got sick. There was stuff all over their trunks, I don't know what. I was so sad and concerned. I comforted my tree. 

That's all I remember. I hope that tree is okay today. 

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