Gardening
The shaky juniper tree shows itself. In the middle of an endless meadow, like an ocean of flowers. Leeching off of it, flowers and plants. Looking like a dog, in a pile of cats. Their claws cut apart its bark. The dog can do nothing but bark. If only I could become their gardener. If only I moved it into my world.
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