Another reason why trees shouldn't trust humans ... great story. Welcome to Lit Up.

I waited for the boy with the gentle presence and soothing voice and vicious hands. I waited for the boy who had awoken me, who I let carve his essence into me, who I fell for wretchedly. The boy of winter, who sang and cried and called me June. I waited for him.
June
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Peculiar Julia
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Dec 8, 2024
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Another reason why trees shouldn't trust humans ... great story. Welcome to Lit Up.
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Written by Peculiar Julia1.94K Followers
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Writer of poetry, prose, & the occasional rant. I feed the monsters under my bed story cake & poem pastries. What do you feed them? linktr.ee/peculiarjulia
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