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Tommy ran into the house, and the backyard was quiet again. The gun felt cold in my hand. I dropped it on the ground. I paused for several seconds, awaiting a cue of some sort, but one didn’t come. I walked over to the corner where the bird had fallen. One eye was still open, [...]

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I used to think my grandmother was crazy. She’d sit in our backyard for hours talking to the trees. I remember her telling me once that “trees are our people because they’re the offspring of the Earth’s undying spirit and our noble blood, which has been spilled all across this land.” Her favorite tree was [...]

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