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Last summer I strolled down the alley behind Avalon Street. It was decorated with the scent of freshly cut grass and the taste of bright sunshine. Tiny rocks dusted the pathway leading to a familiar backyard. Everything in the yard was kept de ....

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... succumbing to burial. As I traveled further through this jungle, my eyes gazed upon the tree. The tree, our tree, had been a goalie for soccer, a hiding place for man- hunt, and a shelter for all sorrows. The tree seemed to guard the tomb where we had buried her that cold July morning. She had died peacefully and painlessly. At least those thoughts are what I clung to after waking up drenched in cold sweat and tears. With the whisper of a breeze, I was flung back into the watercolors of my memory, and one nightmare mural of my childhood protruded. The heat lavishly fed the dirt pathway with the first freezer pops of summer. School had be ...