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Planting trees out of the grief In Memoriam Robert Creeley

I thought about what happened to me in the twentieth century, what I did and what occurred. As often as I had the chance to visit Rob as a kid, we went on swings and to the forests. One day I spit chewing-gum on the path which I regretted immediately; he shouted at me for the first time I can remember. The next day I snuck to the woods but I couldn't find the gum anymore and I think it even wouldn't have been a good idea to show him the turned black pink-colored chewing gum...