There comes a time when the stories of trees turn to bone, and the stillness can be mistaken for loss. But the surrounding surface of light and sound is a perfect membrane - a reminder that what cannot be seen is here. Like branches and wind, each one leaning into the other.

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And so this is my wish for the one who navigates: true boats, calm waters, and the heart to embrace the world upside-down. Be grateful for the roots, and ripples - where it comes from and where it goes. And when this intersection reveals itself put a gold star on it. It’s all that matters. It points the way - the compass of bone and stars.