Death of an Oak Tree

The tree watched over me as I grew up. Then suddenly, it was gone.

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It was a senseless murder.

The tree — our tree — had been majestic. It was a white oak, the largest in town, and could have lived 300 years had it not been chopped down in its prime.

When we heard the news, I begged my parents to buy our old house back. I was…