Jaime Pollard-Smith
Planting Progress
Corpses of trees lay in piles as tall as they once stood. Rigamortis of the roots. The clay cries.
It doesn’t feel like progress.
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"Maybe the journey isn't so much about becoming anything. Maybe it's about unbecoming everything that isn't really you so you can be who you were meant to be in the first place." - Unknown
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