this is taken beneath the tree, in its hidden place, beneath its drooping branches, which flutter like skirts, ruffles, long, long eyelashes. which hang like drapes, tired eyelids, curtains that fall down after the show.

this tree, its trunk and limbs are covered in carvings, names, scars, secrets as far up as the eye can see.

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