A damaged tree en route to the USC car park that I use. The sap has dried in glutinous strands and globules - it reminds me ever so much of how the trees outside the house that I grew up in used to bleed sap - probably still do, though I don't remember noticing it for a decade or so. They are false acacias - these are maybe locust trees, and the sap is much more green, much more opaque than that of the false acacias, which, when I was nine or ten, I always wanted to think could be used as amber, since it was rich and golden. I used to look, hopefully but in vain, for embalmed flies and spiders.
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