Weekend Essay: Eulogy for a Tree Swing
We enter into relationships with things, layering them with memories and meaning and allowing them, in turn, to define us. They become symbols and touchstones of our values.

“Someone to whom I can tell all my stories.” That was what, once upon a time, I told an ex-boyfriend when he asked what I was hoping to find in a partner.
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