By Marc Milbradt of Slayton My first memories are of darkness all around but warmth above, which I was growing toward. A short time later, I broke through the earth and felt the sun on my leaf. I didn’t think anything could feel so good. I was wrong. There was rain, cool and pure, washing my leaves. And so the seasons went. Every season I grow taller and stronger. Life as viewed through a tree. Contributed image Then one spring I heard human foo…
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