Fire, drugs, LONG-IN-BETWEEN, boats Con/Jur/d, 8/25/2025 Didi planted a birch the day our brother was born when his wife died, he sold the house, by the rails where they had planted ours, gave the money to our dad who never seemed grateful, and moved into the new house, bought when our sibling was conceived THE LATVIAN, the old-world-way 3 generations under 1 roof, and the paintings we saw of LATVIA, always had traditional pilot trees, like birch THE WILDS, reclaiming the agrarians settledness back to the WANDERING driven out by war/greed/lust trees to stabilize the soil, make ROOM and compost for the oaks COMPOST-FOR-THE-OAKS another 4-word biography, like SON-OF-A-BIRCH or TREE SOLD WITH LEGACY
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Con/Jur/d, 8/25/2025
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Great poem and tidbit of family history. What's flying through the air in the "Perspective matters" frame? I can't even come up with a good guess.