I think breaking can be a rather beautiful thing, don't you? When a tree grows brittle and falls, it crackles as it's heart tears. Like it is laughing at all the other trees, making its leaves chuckle and rustle with it. An inside joke about the strength we believe we have when we are whole. I think, the tree understands that breaking is its own strength, is its own kind of completeness, serves its own kind of purpose no more or less than others. Maybe that's what I am. The tree in the silent wood that laughs as it falls.
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