Friday, 10 April 2015

Tree People

This morning at nine o'clock, I was woken by my mother's call. "Sanni!" (She is the only one to call me that.) She neglected to mention what she was bringing my attention to, and it was only an hour later I understood what she meant. The tree people were in our yard: friends who had come to take down the trees throwing shadows over everything.

This is my friend's father. 

I want to learn how to use a chainsaw.  

Per-Eric explaining something to my father.

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