I stand at the window of an old, dark building, looking out into the courtyard from the first floor. It’s a cool, grey day.
Outside the trees and shrubs confirm that it’s late spring and that it’s time to grow. They’re going about the division of cells and absorbing nutrients from the earth as if there’s nothing to it. Turning their leaves to the sun.
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