I moved here for the green.
The trees that don’t flinch when I pass by.
That let me press my cheek to their bark in peace.
That take up space without apology—and still make room for me.
I forgot about the white-hot hatred.
The kind that hides behind mumbled slurs and missionary brunches.
The kind that sees my daughter and me laughing and remembers its fragili…
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