lived in Hatfiled, Massachusetts
for nearly 300 years.
came crashing down.
This brocken limb, nicknamed "the widow maker",
was not a good sign of things to come for this beloved tree.
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And though the town's people were sad
to learn about the sick old sycamore's fate, they knew it was for the best.
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nearly 300 years of living began.
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To see how time can wear down something so solid,
turning it into a hollow shell, was not so much poetic, but more of a reminder.
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to take a piece of this history away with them.
Piece by piece it was carted off.
The stump was ground back into the earth,
but its roots still remain.