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A 55-Word contest entry. A young boy regains the safety of a favored haunt. |
| Buzz! I watch the old walnut tree fall. The tree house, a haven in which my son spent many summer nights sleeping, is gone forever. Now, walnut planks stacked beside the saw await their fate. Lovingly crafted, the boards become an heirloom--a poster bed. He sleeps again in the bosom of an old friend. Word Count: 55 |