I stand, proud and tall, as I have for nearly a century. My bough spreads across the land, dousing all that live beneath in the sweet serenity of shade. With quivering leaves and a stiff spine, I watch as a lumberjack ambles forward, an insignificant...
chronic overthinker, part-time wordsmith, full-time collector of curiosities
Random drabbles, heartfelt rambles, and the occasional splash of chaos from a teen with too many thoughts and not enough time.
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