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There are more trees here than I know what to do with.
I don't know any of their names with certainty.
My own name has stuck with me since I was very young.
I remember the day I learned to spell it with certainty.
There are ways to distinguish trees from each other.
These distinctions seem fixed, like the differences between the sexes.
How I describe the distinctions varies, though.
It seems to become more detailed as I notice more details.
First I notice the leaves then I notice the bark.
This is a kind of progress, or progression.

The Blue Book

by Anna Moschovakis

(2005)