When I was fourteen years old, my mother took me up into the mountains to visit my godmother. I hadn’t seen her in ten years, barely remembered the house she was living in and had no idea she had two children. Ever since I was a child I was fascinated with trees. I need it to climb them, talk to them and feel them.They were my best friends and the only ones privileged to hear my true...
Day 242 – Missing a tree
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