I have put our poor Christmas tree
out of its misery.
Rest in peace, shriveled little shrub;
it was high time we said goodbye.
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A view of the ocean. A car containing sand and soggy wetsuits. A house full of books, boys, laundry and love. A poem, a picture, a rumination.
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