Gondang Dia

«Here the earth vomits trees it doesn’t know what to do with.» And you said I was right.

Then

You put a hand, pale like a flower, on the grey trunk of a palm tree, «That’s why I feel so out of place—where I come from, the trees keep everything in.»

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