At dusk we see a grove, just off the road, of Eucalyptus trees, tall and white-skinned in the fading light. It seems like a good place to camp. We park the van and let Wogart out. Jesse picks up a stick and throws it for him. I watch and remember how when I was a kid my mom would pick up branches from the giant Eucalyptus that grew by our house. She wou…
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