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  • Writer's pictureNora Koch

Another One

The tree we lamented losing last fall has begun to come down on it's own. Today Peter asked me if I'd seen what was in the street. I was afraid to look; afraid it was some poor hapless animal, but it was a big limb of our tree.

Peter called the city and within minutes the supremacists were back.

I ran out to tell them about my blog post from last fall and was surprised to meet Timothy.

"I am Cambodian," Timothy Oeun, told me.

I loved it!

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