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What if I were a tree? Tall and expansive, stretching high beyond the heavens, towering over the angels. If I were a tree, I could root myself in Savannah, Georgia. I could be there for his death. I could save him from it. If I were a tree, I would stand tall, waiting until I saw his car zooming around the corner, trailing an extraordinary life behind it. I would shut my eyes and hold my breath. When I felt his car impale my trunk, I’d hold out my branches for him. I would catch him as he flew from his windshield and I’d hold him in my arms forever.