Stepping outside a world of mirrors
Into a world of living
rock, soil, water, plantlife
root and twig, droplets on leaves, waterlogged mosses
And dire need may overtake you
Alone among the dark, dripping trees
You are among
Your equals
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Stepping outside a world of mirrors |
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| Slip on the wet root And dire need may overtake you Alone among the dark, dripping trees |
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| Breathe deeply, here You are among Your equals |
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