I pass this tree on the way to my house almost everyday. Ever since we moved here, I've been amazed by its beauty, the color it turns in the winter and the beautiful yellow flowers during the spring, how its branches reach to the sky, like open hands, begging for sun and rain.
When we're driving home and I see it, I know I'll be home in no time; to me its almost a marker, or maybe a gentle giant, or a guardian that never fails to let me know when I'm getting close to the border between the world and the place I call home
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