Document Type
Description Essay
Publication Date
1985
Excerpt
I was standing at the base of the tree. My bare feet were sensitive to the pine needles blanketing my uncle's four-acre Island in Northern Wisconsin, but I had learned from past experience that it was useless to try to protect them: the black sap inevitably stained my soft, winter skin. I ran my toes over the roots and knots of the ancient pine and felt again the coarse texture of the bark of the tree.
Recommended Citation
Speckhard, Mary, "Plunging Into Summer (1985)" (1985). The Valpo Core Reader. 510.
http://scholar.valpo.edu/core_reader/510
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