The Wistful Witness

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2026-08-21 17:43:24 -

The elm tree stood at the end of the lane, a skeletal figure against the gray sky, its bark peeling in long, dead strips that curled away like old bandages. It had been there before I was born, and it was dying now, slowly, in the way that things which have served their purpose are allowed to fade. I watched it from the kitchen window, my coffee cold in my hand, the steam long since vanished...

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