Climbing up the cherry tree in my grandmother’s garden every summer was a yearly ritual when I was a kid. I remember a profound sense of power making it up all the way to the top. The cherries, ripened to a deep crimson were the sweetest reward for challenging myself to be fearless. As for these two tree lovers- they explore, play and dream on trees…
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