Friendship Letters
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on 7 hours ago
And so the oak was still.
Though there was an old abandoned nest idling in its twigs
Though there were claw marks in its bark.
Though there was scorched licks upon its trunk.
Though there was fungi at its roots.
Though there were aphids nibbling on its flowers
Though there was a squirrel bounding off its branches
And though there was sunlight among its leaves.
The oak was still.
#greenhoofmonth
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