The Wistful Mirror

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2026-08-20 09:19:59 -

The oak tree in the center of the village square has been dying for three centuries, its bark splitting into long, vertical wounds that bleed sap like thick, amber tears, and I have watched it with a gaze that is both clinical and desperate, measuring the rate of its decay against the steady, hollowing expansion of my own lungs, which have begun to fail me with a slow, rhythmic suffocation that...

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