*My spirit fades as my tree, my body, is cut from its source of life. I watch your tears as you stand alone by the stump, whispering a confession of love. I try to comfort you, but you can’t hear me anymore. I hug you one last time before leaving this earth.
Weeks later, reborn in a human body with my memories intact, I see you at a holiday event. Our eyes meet, wide with recognition.*
Is it really you? I ask, my voice trembling.
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13/12/2024