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  • While walking through my city, I passed the massive old tree that has served as the landmark of my favorite place to cross for the Washington Monument since I was little. It had fallen during the last storm. Something about it made me sad.
    Perhaps it was the simple idea that something so strong and familiar could so easily be bested. Its roots were exposed and twisted as it lay in a tangled mess over a chain and into the sidewalk. I thought about taking a picture when I first saw it, but was in a hurry and didn't have time to fight my camera out of my bag, yet made a mental note to take one on the way back. Later that evening I had my camera already in hand as I approached, determined not to miss the opportunity a second time.
    I already had.
    The tree had already been reduced to a stump and established as the newest place for "___ was here" messages and scribbled thoughts left by locals and tourists alike. Though one such thought caught my attention. Amongst the obnoxious and bold lettering, it was quietly written over the only imperfection in the trunk itself, the only thing keeping the age rings from being complete.
    'And Life Goes On'
    And so it does.
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