A Tree in my Courtyard
February 2, 2023•256 words
𝐻𝑎𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑎𝑤𝑛 𝑠𝑒𝑡
𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑛 𝑏𝑜𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑚𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑦𝑎𝑟𝑑,
𝑤ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑛𝑒𝑤 𝑚𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑜 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑢𝑠ℎ𝑒𝑠
𝑓𝑜𝑟 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑓𝑖𝑟𝑠𝑡 𝑏𝑙𝑜𝑠𝑠𝑜𝑚.
𝑀𝑦 𝑝𝑟𝑒𝑠𝑢𝑚𝑝𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 𝑖𝑠 𝑡ℎ𝑎𝑡
𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑤𝑖𝑙𝑙 𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑖𝑝 𝑜𝑝𝑒𝑛
𝑙𝑖𝑘𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑦𝑒𝑎𝑟 𝑏𝑒𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑒,
𝑠𝑐𝑎𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑦 𝑔𝑟𝑒𝑒𝑛 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑏𝑒𝑙𝑠
𝑜𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑑𝑖𝑣𝑖𝑛𝑒 𝑐𝑙𝑎𝑦.
𝑇ℎ𝑒𝑦 𝑎𝑟𝑒𝑛'𝑡 𝑡𝑜 𝑏𝑒 𝑏𝑙𝑎𝑚𝑒𝑑 𝑙𝑜𝑛𝑒,
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑤𝑒𝑟𝑒 𝑏𝑒ℎ𝑖𝑛𝑑 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑜𝑚𝑏𝑟𝑒 𝑖𝑠𝑜𝑙𝑎𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛.
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑤𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐾𝑎𝑙𝑏𝑎𝑖𝑠𝑎𝑘ℎ 𝑠𝑒𝑝𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑑
𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑖𝑏𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 𝑎𝑤𝑎𝑦
𝑇ℎ𝑒 𝑠𝑙𝑒𝑒𝑘𝑦 𝑓𝑟𝑎𝑚𝑒 𝑠𝑡𝑜𝑜𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑗𝑢𝑠𝑡
𝑚𝑜𝑡ℎ𝑒𝑟𝑙𝑦 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒.
𝑀𝑦 𝑐𝑜𝑢𝑟𝑡𝑦𝑎𝑟𝑑, 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑓𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑑 𝑤𝑖𝑡ℎ 𝑑𝑟𝑦
𝑎𝑛𝑑 𝑑𝑒𝑎𝑑 𝑙𝑒𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑎𝑛𝑐𝑖𝑒𝑛𝑡 𝑡𝑟𝑒𝑒
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