She watched through the window as they tore the tree down. It was the tree her and her best friend used to climb in and hang from. It was the love tree. The branches taken from it's crooked trunk were carelessly thrown into a pile in her yard, but she wasn't supposed to play in those. The city wouldn't let them be piled there for very long, they would certainly send some men to pick them up soon. But she couldn't stand by peacefully as her favorite tree was demolished. She needed some reminant to remember it with. After all, it was only by dumb coincidence that the tree had been struck by lightning in the first place.

After trying to find some solution, her siblings, her friend and her decided to build a fort. One that would outlast all weather, and would provide a safe haven for the summer. The hours they invested in building it, however, proved to be in vain. Her father would not let the fort stay up, and the branches all had to find their way back to the pile they came from. The tree now has no hint of ever exisitng, aside from the memory in her mind.

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I'm desprate for something exciting to write about. My fingers hit the keys faster than I can think, and yet I have little inspiration. Nothing exceptional is happening in my life right now, I have no fantisful daydreams to share, and no one is around to really talk to. Oui.