One August afternoon, my dad, my uncle, and I were walking along Hadrian’s Wall. It was pouring. Our shoes were full of water, our glasses had steamed up, and our pac-a-macs were sticking to our bodies.
Seemingly out of nowhere, we came upon a little dip in the cliff, within which was nestled a tall tree.
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