23; 02.10
“You cannot say, or guess, for you know only
A heap of broken images, where the sun beats,
And the dead tree gives no shelter, the cricket no relief,
And the dry stone no sound of water“
21-24, I. The Burial of the Dead
It was clear that my Hanging Tree (a crape myrtle in my parents’ front yard) [...]
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