Thus, the villages and cities are many trees and many of them are gone, felled by time and fire, but the root system spread across Yiddishland and Palestine and Egypt and France and Brazil and Argentina and here in America. When at last I die, my xylem floods with all these stories at once and I’m so full I break into scripture, into sweat, into four unique seasons.
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