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May 5, 2007
The city aches for trees. It sits, boiling, sweltering in the sweat of a hundred thousand people. Cement reflects the heat, collects the heat, burns the air above it.

The city aches for trees. Not only for shade, but for green. For the promise of life. For the cool breath that you can feel coming out of them when they sigh.

My heart aches for trees as well. I miss their green. I miss their life. I miss their cooling sigh.

If you live outside the burning city, could you do me a favor and hug a tree, for me.