I miss summer—the long warm days, the occasional rain showers that nourished me all the way down to my deep roots, those random hot breezes that’d show up unexpectedly and sway my leaves in directions they didn’t even think they could go: up, down, intertwining with each other and curling around my twigs, before returning to their resting place. They were having the time of their life. But, it’s mid-September now, and summer’s almost over. The Earth—who’s been holding hands […] The post...

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