Why they die

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The trees in front of the house died. It was a fast thing ~ one year they were healthy and the next they were gone. And soon they had the mark of death upon them ~ the Large Red X.

Yesterday, some of the bark on one of the trees peeled a bit and fell to the ground. It seemed very sad and lonely and made me think of the classic tumbleweed shots in Old Westerns when they wanted to portray a town as abandoned or doomed or where trouble was imminent.

Behind the bark, evidence.

The traceable routes carved into the flesh trace the path taken by the killer…likely killers…and stand etched into once glorious tree-flesh. The bark has been rendered no longer an integral part of the essence but now a shell casing detached and loose-fitting.

It’s very sad.

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