Wednesday, February 27, 2013

The Trees Are My Brothers

"More fir trees of great tallness was on either side of the road--they did stretch out their great arms to welcome us.  I so do love trees.  I have thinks I was once a tree, growing in the forest.  Now all the trees are my brothers."

--Opal Whiteley's Diary at age 5, 1902

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