The Weekly Photo

A Simple Photographical, Fictional, Experiment

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The elderly tree creaked and moaned in the damp wind, then gave up without a fight. For its height, lessened in recent days by the death of the highest branches, there was only one direction it could possibly fall without risking damage to the roof or neighbor’s property. Remarkably, it fell just so, as if not wishing to cause a loss to anything but itself. It rather broke upon the ground in such a fashion as to require minimal effort by the tenant, to provide warmth to his entire house for the remaining winter months.


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