Tom M. Wilson » Prehensile Precursor: My brother, remembering the pepermint trees in the park near where we grew up.
The trees are still there, with their crows-nests of safety, and they have grown: seemingly at the same rate as myself, so that when I stood below one recently, its branches felt just as excitingly out of reach as they did when I was small.
Except that, now, Tom isn’t there pushing me aside and claiming the adventure for himself. ;-)
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