For years we have not furnished our apartment with a tree, but I always appreciate when they come in. This year they did so on Thanksgiving morning, a semi from Canada (hell, it's not
their holiday). At night, returning bleary-eyed from 9 hours with frantic students in a windowless room, I turn the corner, almost home, to inhale the scent of a hundred pines. It's very good.
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