entry eleven — scattered light, fractured grace: a quiet archive of light, loss, and what remains.
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Witness.
It holds the grief.
The growth.
The survival.
The silence.
It kept watch over the forest
as the love was letting go.
One tree saw what I became,
as I became it—
what death could never be.
Alive.
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