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[seiberwing]

The worms crawl in
The worms crawl out
The worms play pinochle
On your snout.

I was in the arboretum back home with my mom on Monday and coming back to the car I notice something was missing, in that odd way that you know that something isn't right but have no clue what.

After searching for a bit, I noticed one of the pear trees was cut down. My pear tree. The one with a plaque saying it was planted just a few days after my birthday, the one that I used to hug every time I went to the arboretum. I stared at the stump for a few seconds, then sat down on it and cried.

I know it was diseased and probably needed taking down before it infected anything else, but still...it was my tree. It just doesn't seem fair that the tree should die before I did.

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[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

*hugs you* *and your icon* Mom knew it was cut down, but she said it wasn't the kind of thing she wanted to tell me in an email. I think she was right.

[navigatorsghost.livejournal.com]

*nodnods* Yeah, that does seem a bit harsh to tell someone over the wires. I can understand that.

But still. *HUGS*

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

Far too damn harsh. *more sniffle* Makes one think about mortality and all that.