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  • There is a tree. An ancient, gnarled maple fighting for survival in the neglected cemetery down the road.

    It is similar to the tree that used to be here, outside our house, years ago. The maple here was taken down before our arrival and I was not even aware of its history until recently, when I met members of the family who'd lived here in the 70s and 80s and they shared pictures with us. It was an enormous green behemoth - a multi-limbed treeocotopus that dwarfed the 1820s three-story house in which we live that now stands exposed, but once stood sheltered, behind it.

    I am convinced there is a connection between the placement of the two ancient trees planted parallel on what were adjoining properties, the story of the two gravestones of siblings planted beneath it in the cemetery, and my own serendipitous arrival here as caretaker of the house - another Tree Story in itself.

    This is the first step.
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