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What I do know is that worrying about trees is not a good way to spend your energy. Worry about this. Other people.
This world he describes, empty of wild creatures and places, overrun instead by people and their agriculture, is a dying world.
But the thought of a beast grieving her mate in such a confronting, almost human way is too much for most folk. None of us can help carrying her voice within us.
My father used to say the world turned wrong when we started separating ourselves from the wild, when we stopped being one with the rest of nature, and sat apart.
I would give anything not to frighten them; it makes me so sad. And yet the truth is that their fear of us keeps them safe from us.
You’re the first person to see the tree’s heart.” “But then you’ve killed it,” I murmur, defeated. Duncan shakes his head. “You can cut a tree to help it grow. You can cut it so it grows back stronger.”
Maybe she is as angry as I am.
She lies her body next to mine. And as the rest of her pack move to join her, pressing their warmth around us and saving us from the cold, I lower my face into the white of her neck and I weep.

