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Do you write about trees? Have you ever tried? Should you?

By clock on August 13, 2006.

You have until August 29th to write a post about trees, or a particular tree, or a picture of a really cool tree, or a poem about a tree...and send it to Burning Silo for the next edition of the Festival of the Trees

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coturnix - thanks for posting about Festival of the Trees. Yes, any and all tree-related posts are most welcome.
John - thank you for posting your poem. I'll add it to the FOTT when I put it together at the end of August.

Aspens. I love aspens. There was a bunch of them which comforted me all through my teenage angst. They'd listen and nod and rustle and rustle some more, and everything became a little bit more bearable. They even protected me the few nights I needed to stay out all night long. I owe a lot to those aspens.