Photo taken by Nic Bragg******************The Colored Tree“Marc was gliding up the path; his eyes were full of joy. He’d been back to that darn tree again. His hands were in his pockets and he had a smug look on his face. He looked cool.As he walked up the steps, and onto the porch, his face started to lose its joyful color. His hands rose out of his pockets and into each other. His eyes shut; he
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