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It was a nightmare.  My four-year-old self nervously paced the dining room floor. I frequently returned to the windowsill for another...

Ancient trees are a dying breed. They are a dying breed because they are steadily going out of existence, yes—but, more than that,...

First, dig a hole no deeper than memory, beneath stones that shudder through flames. Whisper its dirge or invite its misery, and press...