Addeane Caelleigh We used to trade off, she said. He hated trees dying in our living room. I always loved the blue sprucesdecorated on my December birthday But his father fell near theirsdying in their living roomone childhood night. So we’d have a year with tangled lights, a crooked standhe sometimes helped me put togetherThen a year with presents stacked on the corner table,with no dry needles to sweep. Turn and turn againa solstice pendulum.A ring for
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