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“Christmas Tree” by James Merrill

James Merrill writes on his own end of life through the perspective of a Christmas tree

Wound in lights, heavy with ornaments and heirlooms, photos of children now grown up or parents no longer here, the Christmas tree brightens the living room. It fills the floor with needles and scents the air with pine. Becomes a … Continue reading

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