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Jeff Jabco told the Gazette that "This swamp white oak ... was planted in 1884. It was struck by lightning several years ago and appeared fine except for a crack in the back that extended the entire length of the trunk. Since the tree leafed out this past spring it has been declining and had gotten to the point where the tree was mainly dead. It will be replaced with a new swamp white oak next spring."
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Today, jackdaws and magpies, the sages have gathered, to talk about love. To talk about love cut through with time. Crippled with the burden of the clocks of our ancestors, we stagger around in the daytimes, and maybe post some chocolates to the dorm next door by the tilting-upward of the next due dawn. In short: we know that we need it. And we don't know how to get it. Or, more specifically—when we don't know just when the getting's good.
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