Walking
to my temp job every day for the past few weeks, I pass these beautiful
oak trees on the UT campus, which stand before the buildings where I
used to attend most of my English classes, and border the lawn and
benches where I used to loaf and write and think and yearn and mourn. I
used to think how big and mighty they were back in the '80s when I first
moved among them... And now they're 35 years older and bigger (as am I,
but I've certainly not gained their additional grandeur).

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