It was never just a tree. Before pavement, before property lines, this quiet, thorned giant was a lifeline. Families leaned on it for sweetness, warmth, shelter, and simple, stubborn tools that refused to break. Now it stands in parking lots and along sidewalks, misnamed “messy,” dismissed as background. We pass beneath its shade and never as… Continues…
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