|  Since
a tree, which I don't know the name of, was beyond the fence,
I asked to cut
the part of the tree．
Looked at it closer, it has about 20 centimeters of annual
rings,
a color like my skin and smells like warm tree.
When I touched it,
I got sticky gum on my hands and hardly washed it out for a while.
I felt as
if the tree said, "Don't forget about me." |
