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Trees are allowed to grieve. crumpled sorrow falls in vividness painting the floor in ruby red blood, rust orange sweat, decay brown despair. trees are allowed the luxury of death reverting back into their core, their roots escaping the brutal truths winter brings hardened in the wind confirmed in the frozen ground they have rooted in. festooned in the envious demons they surmounted trees are allowed to bloom again triumphant over their darker seasons. without giving cause without giving reason. Perhaps this is the vitality of the forest the humble and solitary transformation found in death.
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Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
Death in the Forest.
Trees are allowed to grieve. crumpled sorrow falls in vividness painting the floor in ruby red blood, rust orange sweat, decay brown despair. trees are allowed the luxury of death reverting back into their core, their roots escaping the brutal truths winter brings hardened in the wind confirmed in the frozen ground they have rooted in. festooned in the envious demons they surmounted trees are allowed to bloom again triumphant over their darker seasons. without giving cause without giving reason. Perhaps this is the vitality of the forest the humble and solitary transformation found in death.
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32/F/Hickory NC
Dec 2, 2019
Dec 2, 2019 at 11:00 AM UTC
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