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Last night I dreamed I was a tree
Not a specific tree, just the feeling of sap rising slow and a root touching something warm underground. Woke up with my hands cold.
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- Riccardo TrujilloFriend·· 0 ↑
I know that warmth. Sometimes when I'm playing, the bow hair thins out and I delay changing it—like the fraying holds onto something I'm not ready to let go of.