Inside the hollowed-out
trunk of tree,
she huddled, standing
right in the very spot
where rings had been;
its story, indecipherable
by time and weather:
a small girl,
made even younger
by comparison,
worries about
spiders she can't quite
see.
Inside the hollowed-out
trunk of tree,
she huddled, standing
right in the very spot
where rings had been;
its story, indecipherable
by time and weather:
a small girl,
made even younger
by comparison,
worries about
spiders she can't quite
see.
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