The trees

Two trees fell in love on the slopes of Mt. Wittenberg, about halfway up the Horse Trail. The Douglas firs stood tall, piercing the canopy of oaks and bays as they reached for the sky. They had watched each other grow from tiny saplings up through the understory of huckleberries and hazelnuts until . . .

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