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Sep 2018
swaying with the wind
brown arms sprout where they were cut
leaves fall but they won't
life will always try to heal
from things the roots can't speak of
We think about how sophisticated and "natural" the style of our human homes when we use wood, especially the rare ones we brag about, cut to elegant shapes and forms; but we never thought about how these beings stand as homes to nature's creatures. We never thought they are breathing beings, too.

This makes me ashamed to be human.
raphæl
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