Spare me. I mean, what’s wrong with letting a guy cut down a tree on his own property so he can build a house?
His lot, his tree, his decision. End of story. The piece in the paper was gag-me gush.
Except. Except for the places where they quoted Juli.
Maybe it was just in contrast to the reporter’s slant or something, but Juli’s parts didn’t come off oh-woe-is-me like I was expecting.
They were, I don’t know, deep. Sitting in that tree was seriously philosophical to her. And the odd thing is, it all made sense to me.
She talked about what it felt like to be up in that tree, and how it, like, transcended dimensional space.
“To be held above the earth and brushed by the wind,” she said, “it’s like your heart has been kissed by beauty.”
Who in junior high do you know that would put together a sentence like that? None of my friends, that’s for sure.
There was other stuff, too, like how something can be so much more than the parts it took to make it,
and why people need things around them that lift them above their lives and make them feel the miracle of living.
I wound up reading and re-reading her parts, wondering when in the world she started thinking like that.
I mean, no kidding, Juli Baker’s smart, but this was something way beyond straight A’s.
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