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"I guess so"

"Well, then, guess again and guess for bigger

and better things," I insisted

His smile widened

"You're a, Summer You're like that old

oak tree that was hit by lightning years ago," he said

nodding at the tree "It gre branches and kept

going, hooking onto every ray of sunshine I bet every

depressed blade of grass or wild flower basks in its

glory and gets up some hope"

"Callas you

don't give up," I said

He laughed and then grew serious again "What

do I do when you're gone?" he asked

Every summer for the last four I attended