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#18 TREES.
I knew your hidden treasure, the almond in your eyes, how you cried when I cried. You were rowan after my first anxiety attack hugged me, told me not to worry, nurtured me like cedar, your sacred space, your only son. I recall your dogwood voice, when you found my drugs, not in this house, you said. Your love was redbud and eucalyptic, your hugs too. Your laugh was maple, your dance the slosh or a slow waltz.