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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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[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

I was like eleven, and shy as all hell---civil disobedience required a lot more courage than I had. It really didn't occur to me; I just sat and watched and cried.

And the leafy parts of the tree were down already anyway, they were removing the first part of the trunk when Mom got back with us.

She said we'd might find it interesting to watch. Interesting. *shudder*

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

*bawls* Interesting like a funeral.

[kyra-neko-rei.livejournal.com]

Interesting like watching a friend being dismembered.

I hate people sometimes.

[seiberwing.livejournal.com]

*hates people too!*