This one is still here.  The one I called They Became Like a Tree. From back here.  And still no faces.  I am thinking about faceless. How it does not mean formless.  Or empty.  I might look more while considering a new name like Facelessly Forming. How life might go, with no one noticing.  How randomly things come into view. Become known. Become part of one’s story. Magnolia.  Never a friend before,  just  a whisper of a tree being. It was […]

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