Yesterday, I had to unearth the four 1 x 2 foot stepping stones that for your entire childhood, made a path through the grass from our home to our car. It felt like a desecration.

 It was a task borne of necessity—not an undertaking I chose. A worker had arrived unexpectedly to remove three tree stumps (ash, cedar, and elm) from our property, and the cedar stump could only be accessed by displacing the stones.

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