Left behind

April 20, 2008

This was not the first tree she had gone away from, not the last one she would abandon for a new path. It will be the one thing I’ll miss, she thought, her hand on the bark, the blue sky and pink flowers above her. This is the rub of moving: the things left behind are often as important as the things packed and carried.

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