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Tree

January 14, 2016

After awhile, he forgot whether he was holding up the tree, or the tree was holding him steady. They had become almost the same, at least where his shoulder touched the bark. He had expected her to meet him here, thinking this would be the night when they finally rooted their relationship in something beyond imagination, but now she was nearly an hour late, and she was always on time to the things she valued.

Beneath him, the ground had grown spongy and uncertain. Above him, the branches spread wide, leafless petitioners to the starless night sky.

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