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Into the Woods – Shape of Sorrow

Deep in the heart of Newlands Forest, I encountered something both beautiful and sort of eerie, a branch, grown into the shape of a noose.

It was not placed, not tied. It had become.
Shaped slowly by time and memory, not by human hands, but by the forest itself.

In that moment, I was struck by a simple truth:
we live our lives brushing past trees and soil,
oblivious to the fact that nature is not just watching but it has memory.

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