“I miss my magnolias, miss my maples, think where did they go, think, oh yes, to the past, that place where everything goes and can I visit? No, but also yes. And can I stay away? Also yes, but also no. And in the same way that languages only get simpler, people only get sadder.” PastPoetryMemoriesSadnessPoemMemoryTrees Author:Jason Schneiderman