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Memory Tree

$576.00

When I was a child we lived in the last house on my street, and behind us the prairie stretched forever. There were no houses behind us, and way far away you could see one tree. I would go to this tree often, we would talk to each other. It knew all my secrets and all my dreams.

I think I was six when I fell out of it and knocked the wind out of my lungs. As I lay there unable to draw a breath, sun setting on the horizon, all I could think was I would be getting a licking when I got home. I ran all the way home, but the street lights were buzzing on, and I was late.

My mom's hand stung me. I never told her about the fall. That was between me and my tree.

12x16 acrylic on canvas

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When I was a child we lived in the last house on my street, and behind us the prairie stretched forever. There were no houses behind us, and way far away you could see one tree. I would go to this tree often, we would talk to each other. It knew all my secrets and all my dreams.

I think I was six when I fell out of it and knocked the wind out of my lungs. As I lay there unable to draw a breath, sun setting on the horizon, all I could think was I would be getting a licking when I got home. I ran all the way home, but the street lights were buzzing on, and I was late.

My mom's hand stung me. I never told her about the fall. That was between me and my tree.

12x16 acrylic on canvas

When I was a child we lived in the last house on my street, and behind us the prairie stretched forever. There were no houses behind us, and way far away you could see one tree. I would go to this tree often, we would talk to each other. It knew all my secrets and all my dreams.

I think I was six when I fell out of it and knocked the wind out of my lungs. As I lay there unable to draw a breath, sun setting on the horizon, all I could think was I would be getting a licking when I got home. I ran all the way home, but the street lights were buzzing on, and I was late.

My mom's hand stung me. I never told her about the fall. That was between me and my tree.

12x16 acrylic on canvas

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