That big pine tree is my favorite tree in the world. I can't begin to count the number of times I've fallen asleep watching it sway in the wind; how many times I've woken up and known I would have to shovel after breakfast because it was wearing a snow coat; how many times I've wondered, how much has it grown since the first time I saw it?
the view from my window (childhood, revisited)
Sunday, January 18, 2009 | Posted by Mark Z at 3:02 AM |
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