I fell alive in the dead season. When the veil was thinnest I raised my head. As the leaves fell I stretched my roots. When the wind whispered I whispered back until we became a roar
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I fell alive in the dead season. When the veil was thinnest I raised my head. As the leaves fell I stretched my roots. When the wind whispered I whispered back until we became a roar