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A Kaddish for all the trees that have been slaughtered to build our homes or to make our crappy magazines or just because they were in the way. —Erin
We remember and sorrow for the loss of the great groves that once covered Ireland, in a time where the life of certain trees was reckoned more valuable than the life of a man; and for the ancient giants in California cut down to send east to prove they had once existed. This kaddish carries the wishful yearning that we wake up and knock it off. —Tina