A woman writes sentences alone that no one will read. She writes about five million oak tree seeds doomed to die so that one might live. She tells herself she is alone and a loner when she needs to be. She imagines the future while staring at the present moment, keeping it on life support. She questions aloud if what she is doing is brave or stupid. She writes that all the seeds are brave and stupid without any hope, but that she is no seed - she is the oak.
A woman writes sentences alone that no one will read. She writes about five million oak tree seeds doomed to die so that one might live. She tells herself she is alone and a loner when she needs to be. She imagines the future while staring at the present moment, keeping it on life support. She questions aloud if what she is doing is brave or stupid. She writes that all the seeds are brave and stupid without any hope, but that she is no seed - she is the oak.
A woman writes sentences alone that no one will read. She writes about five million oak tree seeds doomed to die so that one might live. She tells herself she is alone and a loner when she needs to be. She imagines the future while staring at the present moment, keeping it on life support. She questions aloud if what she is doing is brave or stupid. She writes that all the seeds are brave and stupid without any hope, but that she is no seed - she is the oak.