Send us love letters, incantations, articles, poetry, news, stories, and feedback after finding a rotten acorn from a Post Oak in the last, windy week of Fall.  Bury the acorn and water it with homemade amaro.  Kiss the soil.  During the night of the first snow invite a lover and fuck where you planted it.  Wait patiently for the tree to grow.  When the canopy is wide and beautiful and Blue Jays have made a nest in the tree return with the same lover.  Fall asleep under the tree and dream together, visit us during the dream and recite from memory what you have to tell us.

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