The Pale Bonsai

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The Pale Bonsai

I sat in the hollow of the ancient elm, my roots drinking the damp earth. The war had come for the trees first. I watched the men in iron coats march across the meadow, their boots striking the grass like dry bones. I was an elm. I did not speak. I did not move. I only held the sky up with my branches. The men were small. They were loud. They carried axes that gleamed in the weak sun. I...

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