The sweet, earthy smell of her ocher bark, the golden dust of her hardened blood, the globs of rich pitch. I'm in love with her posture, how erect and straight she grows reaching for the sun in a long, straight line. In love with her swaying, her top dancing a huge circle, bending gracefully and singing with the breeze. I love how the sunlight glints off each needle, or group of three, a prism of light and intricate shadows. I love being in her arms, so far from the earth yet held and safe and able to see for miles. I love her silhouette against the stars, splotches of solidity against the infinite.
I am in love with a tree.
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