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Re: Losing My Memory
"One called out to me in particular, like a long-lost brother. It's delicate trunk zig-zagged back and forth. One branch extended far to one side, gracefully, like a dancer. Small clay sculptures of old men sharing a laugh at tea, lounged in the shade of the puffy boughs of the Bonsai. I wanted to be one of those men. Relaxed and happy in a simple moment with simple joys. I learned later that this was a Juniper tree. A "juniper procumbens nana." It was so beautiful, and I was being invited to be part of the creation of it. I jumped at the chance."
I read this paragraph 3 times - I think it's really great. Thanks for the story!
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