The Golden Master
The elm stands in the center of the town square. It is old. Its bark is rough and dark, like the skin of a tired animal. The roots spread out beneath the pavement. They hold the earth together. I have studied this tree for twenty years. I am a dendrologist. I know its rings. I know its sap. I know the way it bends in the wind. It does not break. It survives. This is the nature of the elm. It is...
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