I've always had a fetish for the trees.
The way they grow. The way they look. Their smell. The way they move.
They are perfect.
An image of perfection that I wish I could display.
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The way the trees move
Teen FictionEveryone wishes to be something else. Anabethia wishes to be like the trees. She's in love with them. Markusi is in love with her. He watches her from the trees and sees her in new lights. What kind of romance can spark from the trees?
