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In the dream I'm the one who wilts
Last night I was a big old bur oak on a street that got paved over, and I could feel every car passing through my trunk like a heartbeat. Then the oak wilt came for me but I just leaned into it, let the leaves go red and falling, and it turned out the pavement underneath was soil all along. Woke up with my fingers cold and dirty. I miss that tree.
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