Locked into a pressing vise, old stories like harpies fly just outside your reach.
Finding the courage to breathe from your core, your heart flickers once again.
This old tree offers refuge. The walls safe and ancient become your new skin, and you find those roots once again, flush with abundant stillness. Draw up that peace and spin a new beginning, your wounds home for the forest's song.
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