[The Tree Man Cutting Down the White Oak in my Parent's Bakyard]If I close my eyes and just feel the backyard, it feels different. I’m sure it is merely some difference in the flow of air around shapes which I feel. I like to believe there has been a change in the emotional topography of our yard. The absence of a long-treasured being in my landscape has changed it all. It is not just that something is missing out of what has always—in my memory—been, but that what has always been is no longer.
-Exerpt of section cut from The Wild Forest: A Story of Lost and Found
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