"Not a single cell of his body was the same as it had been in 1995, but he was still himself, just as I was still, despite everything, my teenage self. I had grown over her like rings around the core of a tree, but she was still there."
"I could still tell you a few of them, the stalwart trees of New Hampshire: painted trillium, bunchberry, hemlock, sheep laurel, white cedar, bloodroot.
"Below me and above me and in the woods stretching thick and endless, their leaves made sugar out of nothing but light"
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