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December 29, 2020
My eyes are still a little fuzzy as the day begins to sweep away the darkness. It is easy to just close my eyes again, to let their natural weight drag me back under, beneath the sidewalk, beneath the street, into the crusted sharp foundations of all these buildings. Down there, buried in the dust and dirt, beneath the boilers, basements, and parking lots, sprouting out of bedrock, these things grow. They send out roots and shoots. Bark hangs heavy on their shaggy sides. Limbs sprout and we climb them, pretty much oblivious to the living wonders at our feet.