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I AM CONFIDENT this tree will survive all outer threats, all inner dormancy. Strong new growth is on the way. It may, like the trees of Tolkien and C.S. Lewis, walk straight off the canvas and set out on a journey far away from all that red paint to re-root itself in a pleasant meadow or friendly wood. Soon its tallest branches will sprout green leaves and children may sit under its shade and sing the Mr. Rodgers song, “Tree, tree, tree. Tree, tree, tree. I love you. Yes, I do.” I can say that because I painted it; it says something about me.
