I pitied the tree with no name that grew on the side of our new house. It was more a large stick than a living tree. We dug up all the other unfortunate plants when we first arrived: the gnarled rosebush, the suffering pygmy date palms, the exhausted banana plants. I pitied them too, but only for a moment.
The tree with no name grew on the on the north …
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