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The trees were bare, twisting around themselves in a lifeless way. Some leaned, almost sagging with agony, while the rest remained erect, giving only the illusion of vigor. There were six of them; six black, dead trees forming a circle around her grave. Each wailed as the wind thrashed at their degenerate forms. Winter had eradicated autumn, mercilessly ravishing the land of all viability.
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Wanbaugh, Jillian
(2014)
"Reaching Lilly,"
Manuscripts: Vol. 79
:
Iss.
1
, Article 15.
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https://digitalcommons.butler.edu/manuscripts/vol79/iss1/15
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