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Soul Roots

Some old wooden houses are deep, they have columns and porticos, piazza, loggia, gables, and cupola. There rooms are arboreal they knot. curl and jut outward as the limbs of a still treeing houses. Once in a house like this, I recalled the broadleaf woods of my childhood, a memory that rocked me gently in its timbered embrace. I came to know that depth of my life, its internal architecture one room grown from another - the many mansions.

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