I wasn’t thinking

you know me

pruning a tree

getting rid of dead bracnhes

from a wim

the lady passed by with her poodle ahead

“va duktig du är Julio” she said

that is, in protestant speak, doing well Ese.

Thank you I said.

Am just taking dead branches away I muttered or said or bespoke whatnot.

Not the one to take praise willingly

The lady said it was good I did so because then the tree would fare better

How so I answered

because then the fresher branshes could spand freely.

Little did I know that inbetween the nugget a truth was told

She had cancer in her arm.

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