My Dog Tugged at My Pants, and Suddenly It All Made Sense

That morning began like any other, the kind of day that slips past you without notice. The sky was a dull, oppressive gray, heavy with clouds that threatened rain. But I felt a quiet sense of purpose as I surveyed the yard. My old apple tree, a relic from decades past, had been leaning awkwardly for months, and the top branches were lifeless. Stripped bare by seasons of neglect and storms. I had postponed this chore far too long, letting other responsibilities…
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