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One day your branches began to intertwine with mine,

We grew and grew until we were one large mass of tangled wood. You didn’t need to look up to see us, you could tell by the way the sunlight trickled through the branches and fell on the ground.

I suppose, it’s not a surprise then that it hurt when one by one each of our limbs were sawn off. It was a destructive process, some tougher to saw through than others.

We were left as stumps, treasured memories now lying in the dust.

But after a while, once the sap had dried up and spring came, we began to grow again. One small arm at a time. But unlike before, the wind now blew through the gaps which had once been locked together in love.