Four years ago, I wrote a post about a leaf. It was the last one on the tree outside my window.
And it would not let go.
Some people commented that it was possible the tree was the one who wouldn’t let go.
A few days ago, I was reminded of that post when I wrote a tweet about a tree anticipating the upcoming season. How the tree would be bare and vulnerable. How it had been through this before.
So, yes, I’ve known this season.
Many seasons of losing bits of myself. Allowing the chlorophyll to seep away and show the world my…
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