“As long as this exists, how can I be sad.” Anne Frank
A diary entry about a single chestnut tree that Anne could see from an attic window while she was in hiding.
I haven’t counted the numbers of trees I can see from my studio window but I appreciate every unique twig and even more so when I think about Anne Frank’s unreservedly thankful attitude.
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