We live near the base of a canyon that was developed in the 1920s. The main road running up into the hills is lined with old oak trees. On a walk last weekend, mid-morning, a woman in front of me stepped off the sidewalk. She was a small person, maybe in her sixties. She walked up to one of the trees and, without hesitation, wrapped her arms around it, …
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