A perennial embrace
The last time she had been there she had climbed up its branches and hidden among its leaves, hoping the world would pass her by. As a young girl, she would always seek refuge there. The huge tree seemed sturdy enough to offer her the security she lacked at home. She would run away and hide there; but she would soon be found and had to return.
Until the moment she simply ran away from the town itself.
Now, years later, that tree was the only fond memory she had of her childhood. The only thing that offered her comfort.
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