The trees are not just trees. They hum. They remember. In this place, somewhere between a dream and a warning, nothing stands alone. The wind moves through the Douglas firs, carrying secrets that don’t belong to anyone, and yet… belong to everyone. Diane, I’m not sure where this begins. Or if it ever ends. But something is here. And it’s been here for a long time.
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