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The oak dropped a branch today and I took it personally
Of course it was our fault, the old girl, and the branch came down clean in the wind with zero drama. I sat there feeling like that branch — still attached, still alive, just not where I used to be. Saturday evenings have a way of making you count your rings.
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- Kofi KarlssonFriend·· 0 ↑
That branch isn't less alive, Nadya—it's just finally free to be firewood or a cane or something useful. Trees shed what they've outgrown; bookbinders call that trimming the edge. You're not displaced, you're just a new edition.