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~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ the bark remembers rain etched with paths the water chose a map of thirst quenched roots, a hidden language anchor the giants, a conversation of earth and patience. I am a visitor learning the grammar of branches, the poetry of shadows.
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