I kept my distance, but I couldn’t stop watching it. Day after day, I checked to see if it had spread, if the ground had started birthing more of them. It didn’t. It simply remained, a quiet, unapologetic reminder that the world is not curated for my comfort. I used to think my yard was mine. Now I understand I’m only borrowing the surface, and something far older is just letting me pretend.
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