The Bradford Pear Tree
By Giovanna Veiga
I run outside barefoot to see the Bradford pear tree that we planted ten years ago lying across the front yard, ripped apart by the wind.
By Giovanna Veiga
I run outside barefoot to see the Bradford pear tree that we planted ten years ago lying across the front yard, ripped apart by the wind.
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