The storm leaves nothing gentle behind — only splintered fence rails, drowned furrows, and one ancient tree lying across the earth like a fallen cathedral, its trunk wider than any room she has ever called her own. With no husband to lift the beams, no sons coming back down the road, and neighbors w
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