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They called me Jacob as I first breathed in the life giving air having been pushed out of the warmth of my mother. “He’s a boy. We will call him Jacob.” My memories are strong, thick and far reaching as the roots of a great tree. My mother was a beautiful woman with soft blue eyes, my...

Tree Man They call me Tree Man. While they point their little fingers and laugh, they call me Tree Man. As the stones fly at me from below and they search the ground for more, they call me Tree Man. All day they look up at me, eyes squinting from the illuminating glow which surrounds me...

Tree Man They call me Tree Man. While they point their little fingers and laugh, they call me Tree Man. As the stones fly at me from below and they search the ground for more, they call me Tree Man. All day they look up at me, eyes squinting from the illuminating glow which surrounds me. They...