“…sometimes it wasn’t about saving yourself, it was about holding out for long enough until someone else could save you. So she held out. And stretched for the stars even after her roots were being dug away. And she held out. And she sang to other trees even as her trunk was rotting out. And she held out. And she dreamt of the sky even as she was unmade. The other trees wailed.” <\3
— Aug 06, 2026 06:27AM
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