A tree that grows hearts
There are people who are like trees. Stable, rooted -granted I would say-, generous. The trees live out and endure all the conditions in all seasons. One would say (from another perspective) that they chose to be self-punished. But, that is their nature.
I have a tree in my house that grows hearts. She is called “Eftichia” (means Felicity) and she is my mother.
“I am a tree that grows hearts” is my favorite verse, of my beloved artist Bjork, from my beloved Bachelorette.
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