The trees grow tall here, their trunks stolid and their branches brittle; as I write this I might reach out of my window and break off a branch off one of them. Not that I would do it, of course; these are little privileges meant to be enjoyed, not taken for granted. Nonetheless, it gives a man a powerful feeling of freedom to be able to do
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