The Oakridge Tragedy Of 1984

_Her fingers branch_

_Every which way,_

_Like the tree_

_She perches_

_So enchantingly in._

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_Her body lies_

_Like lightning;_

_As twisted as_

_The silk ribbons_

_Weaved into_

_Her onyx hair._

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**The headline that morning in Oakridge reads:**

**“Woman Brutally Murdered and Woven Into Tree”**

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