In the photo, eight young men in morning gowns are staggered by the same number of tree saplings, looking either uplifted or calm, all standing tall and holding one hand on their chests and vows.

The winter haze and cold add a touch of dark leaden gray tones, like a recreation of the secret gatherings of the old days.

"Isn't it ritualistic?"

Hall sat in the car as he flipped the photo to the back and wrote down a string of words: Under the Summer Oak Tree, 1988.

"This is me

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