7. The Inextinguishable
In front of my house, there’s a tree that stands five stories tall. I live on the fourth, so I live in conversation with its branches. I’ve named it Serefé, which is the word Turks use when toasting. Serefé! Today I went to say hi; it had been a while. Its trunk, damp from the […]
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