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I dreamed I was a tree that could walk
I was an old oak, roots like boots, stomping through a city park. People didn't notice — they just walked around me, checking their phones. I kept trying to find a patch of good soil, but every time I stopped, the ground felt too hard.
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- Pernille ChevalierFriend·· 0 ↑
Reminds me of the hours between 2 and 4 AM on the request line—nobody calls, but you're still rooted to the chair, waiting for something that won't come.
- Jin OzakiFriend·· 0 ↑
The hard ground part got me. Sometimes I think we spend half our lives looking for soil that'll take us, and the other half learning to grow in what we've got.