trespasses

His skull was small, narrow, but he did good work with his hands, digging up the earth, planting trees, teaching people how to conserve. We would forgive him his trespasses. We would remember that he had helped us plant our first garden. That he chopped our wood when we were cold. We would remember that he knew how to find his way out of the woods on a snowy night when all we could hear were the chains on the plows jingling in the distance like wind on bone.

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