ENCYCLOPEDIA UTOPIA

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As far as I am tall, my porous roots spread wide, and there, below the pools of water gathered from the rain, my sponge and trunk absorb, seep, pressure all within. Through tiny pipeline stems I draw the sap into my limbs, and then, slow, surely, towards my leaves where nearly every drop of rain that I have lifted high above the soil returns to sky...

I love the fall and rise of rain as breath of earth and life.