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November 12, 2010
There was a tree in the middle of the park. The tallest tree most of us had ever seen. Up close. Glossy pictures in the National Geographic don't count.

We used to stand under it in autumn, peering up through the waist-thick branches, and wait for the leaves from the very top to fall. Then we'd chase after them, laughing and tripping over ourselves as we tried to catch them before they hit the grass.

"Make a wish! Make a wish!" We'd chant to the lucky fools clutching leaves to their chests.

They cut that tree down last year.