a door stands, leaning on arched wooden roots, with branches that bend, looking for her. her round polished black rocks laced in pink, splash through waters. she runs, hearing the sounds of the forest, seeing the shadows blend with the darkness of the sky, she runs. yellow fishes suck her weight, leaving her feet free to feel the soil of the earth. she runs
until her breath stops. a silence awakens her heart, as she stands before it. the tree feels her and through the peep hole embraces her in and quickly thereafter erases.
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