Out in the garden where we planted the seeds, there is a tree that's old as me. Branches were sewn by the colour of green and ground had arose and passed its knees. By the cracks of the skin I climbed to the top, I climbed the tree to see the world.
When the gusts came around to blow me down I held on as tightly as you held onto me and I built a home, for you, for me. For us,
Meritxell. Female. 20. Spain. Law Student. I write, draw, breath and live.
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