You would sit, sometimes for hours, staring up through its stately branches to the sky. And now the autumn leaves drift away leaving only the memory of that magic time when the earth was a-buzz with the sounds of late summer and the ground beneath us was humid and pungent and settling with rotting leaves and grasses from seasons past. You hear the crows cawing back and forth and a rabbit ducks into a sandy bank. Over the knoll lies other places you explored as a child, a broken hay wagon at the edge of an overgrown field. All memories now, lost to the past and silently awaiting an unknown future.
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