Title: "I searched eyes for her, but didn't find her. I didn't find in the trees her greenness..."
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There is something about old, veteran trees that is so alluring. Even at times of day, or types of weather when they might seem threatening or frightening, I find myself drawn to them, aching to hear their stories. More often I find a quiet comfort in the company of trees, the smell of the loamy earth underneath them evoking my own memories of stories that have gone untold.