be my mother, I said to the trees, in the language of trees, which can’t be transcribed, and they shook their hair back, and they bent low with their many arms, and they looked into my eyes as only trees can look into the eyes of a person, they touched me with the rain on their fingers till I was all droplets, till I was a mist, and they said they would.

• iana. she/her, twenty, brazilianㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ
• nature and writing are my favorite things. the arts enchant me. i'm a lover of words and expressions with our body, as in dance or simply as in gestures. loves all animals.

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