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Hollow-Holler
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September 17, 2007 - 11:57
As children, Emily Wenner had the most amazing Chrismtas tree in her bedroom: it was white, tin, from the WWII era. This, her harpsichord, and her canopy bed, were the only reasons we were friends, because she was hellaciously snobby. Anyhow, I found a similar tree, in tragic fragments, at the Bins this weekend. I've mentally lusted after this thing since I was 11, and I was so close to affordably obtaining it, that I can't really think on it without feeling wrenched. Kind of like when I was supposed to get a cocker spaniel puppy, but it was fatally stepped on the day she was supposed to be mine.
This year, somehow, I will have a white tree.
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