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My heart aches for you and the birch. I take it so hard when any of my plants die. It feels right to grieve because I have lost a loved one--a loved one I had been chosen to protect no less. But life is what it is, and we can't control everything, or anything...except for when we really f**k things up, as you explore beautifully in the last stanza. May Birchy rest in peace and may you always remember the bird and wild ones leaping and clutching and twirling. Birchy would've wanted it that way.


Thanks, sognatrice.

Nice use of asterisks, BTW. ;)

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