The email came today, though, announcing the deed. And it is done. Marty visited the spot today, but I don’t know if I am prepared to face its absence.
This tree has been my only god. I have told it my secrets. I have asked for its guidance. I have loved it as much as any person could have loved a tree.
RIP, Swamp Thing. You made my heart sing. You made so many things groovy.