PrologueA Chapter by meganwheeler
One does not simply come to be. Circumstances, experiences form who we are. People we meet, people we leave. Where we stay, with whom we stay. These are the things that come to be. Me? I sit here, in a tree, looking to see who comes to me. Up here, down there, there is no difference where we are. We are here. We are the same. Nothing down there. Nothing up here.
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