Lovely memories Greyson and beautifully written.

…ed the way the tree moved. Like it was a living creature. As if it breathed in when I breathed out. On warm Michigan evenings, I’d climb and sit on the willow and pretend I was on the back of a dinosaur. When I closed my eyes and the sweet air tousled my hair and the curtain of branches surrounding me, it felt as real as anything with my eyes open.
My Life and Death Under the Weeping Willow
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Gill McCulloch
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Jul 11, 2024
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Lovely memories Greyson and beautifully written. Childhood recollections are always bittersweet aren't they?
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I write about first aid, subjects that move me deeply and situations that make me laugh. Founder, Safe + Sound First Aid Training Ltd. gillnmcculloch@gmail.com
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