Walnut Tree

I grew up in a bean‐soup house, with cornbread breath, but in the backyard was a secret home that only I could see, a sumptuous palace, a shining villa of my imagination. It was a weathered wooden crate beside a walnut tree, banked by honeysuckle and flanked by a sedge‐grass field🔒

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Carol Wills lives in Durham, N.C.

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