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Memoirs of a Dying Tree

By the end of 2012 an issue with my eyes thrust me into a season of winter and major life changes. Although the ability to see easily is now challenged and I no longer take for granted, the ability to focus and zoom in like the lens of a camera into what is worth seeing continues to give me an unexpected advantage and joy in my life.

It seems natural to liken venerable trees to grand old men.  It is something to have lived through storms that try one so terribly, but only succeed  in giving greater powers.  Even the scars of a tree add dignity, and the loss here and there of a limb only makes for more character....
-                          Eloise J Roorbach, "The Big Basin'" Overland Monthly, October 1907
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