Robin Hawke


Clearing
April 10, 2012, 9:10 AM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Disease, hurricanes, rot. One after another, the oaks that divided the neighborhood disappeared. Immigrants sawed and chopped; boughs fell; a neighbor mourned.

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Hopefully no big hurricanes this year….

Comment by jmmcdowell

And no droughts…

Comment by Robin Hawke




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