There was an old maple tree that stood for many years, on a dirt road in NH, long before our house was here. It grew to tremendous stature, weathered and aged, then fell in an ice storm last year. I have looked out my windows at that tree many times, and in my mind, I see it still, like the people who have passed through my life. Some people are gone, but they stand here still, in my mind's eye, forever there as an influence on my life. Gone for the moment, never forgotten.
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