Twenty-nine years ago, shortly after my son was born, my friends and I planted a Magnolia tree in the front yard of my house. It is my son’s “birth tree.” I sold the house seven years later, but that tree continues to stand as a loving sentinel in that front yard, taller and wider than the house, cared for as promised, by the new owners.
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