Thursday, November 2


The oaks on my family's land must be hundreds of years old. They exude wisdom when they creak, grace when they move, and despite all the times the wind and storms have driven them to thrash around and collapse on our houses and barns, we've always come out just fine. So I still can't shake the feeling that they're protecting us up on this hill.


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