I see palm trees, waving under the sun before me. Three stand in a row in my garden. They remind me of my body parts, my limbs, and my bobbling head. My neglect is obvious today. Each tree has one crisping arm sticking out the top. I watered them routinely for a year, and now nothing. When I look at the giant dead leaves the grief I feel …
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