comforting branches

November 22nd, 2016
eucalyptus heaven

eucalyptus heaven

I felt at home in every inch of a twenty-foot eucalyptus bending over the gully bottom behind our house.  Too high to jump, I hugged that tree like family, scooting along limbs, petrified of making one deadly mistake that might break my neck.  I crawl-walked monkey style, maneuvering my arms and legs around the gnarled cross branch up to my safest nest, carrying my dolls in my teeth, like a wild orphan, looking down at my friend like a giant. Continue reading “comforting branches” »

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