The Wistful Campus

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2026-08-20 06:42:42 -

The oak tree in the front yard had been dying for three years, its leaves turning a brittle, skeletal yellow before the autumn wind could even pick up speed, and I stood beneath its boughs with a bucket of lime in my hand, feeling the weight of the wood chips in my boots, knowing that the rot was not just in the bark but in the very sap that had once fed the branches of our home. My name is...

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