The world is too loud, a ceaseless hum of faraway disasters, floodwaters that will never reach your door, fires you cannot smother, grief you cannot hold in your hands.
You are one small body, meant to move between familiar trees, to notice the shadows shifting under leaves, to hear the clear song of a wre…
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