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  • It was that tree on the small "forest" of my neibourhood. The small forest of my childhood neighborhood that seemed a real forest in my eyes back then.
    There was a tree house on that tree ,able to handle 3 our 4 children with their secrets and agonies. It was big enought to protect us from the sun and tall enought to keep parents away. The adult voices echoed from the near houses but they could not threaten our fantastic world. And then it was all the other trees around full of noisy cicadas that kept us awake during siesta. A good number of trees enought for all the children to climp and collect cicadas for our competition.
    Later, at the end of 80's there were all these big block of new appartments with parking spaces and room for barbeque. And then the tree was gone.
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