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april 7, 2024. memories of home.

my home is a beautiful place. i wish we could see it together and i'd show you around. rolling hills - fresh and green in the spring, dry and ochre in the summer. the town, like so many, is named for its trees. but here, i really feel that trees are our home. everywhere, shocks of oak trees. the wisest of us all.

although most of the year is idyllic, this is the valley of the devil. it swelters in the summer. as a child, i remember days without power. mom and i would crack open a can of beans for dinner and read books by waning daylight that turned to candlelight.

oak tree