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Long listed for the 2023 Urban Tree festival writing competition
There are days you dream of rooting all over again like this churchyard yew - the red-brown scales of its bark softly flaking away, the smooth spiralled into the rough. There are days you could lay new rings around an outgrown heart, leave all these dark whisperings to the spiders and moths. You dream of supple branches returning to the crackle of earth to root trunks all over again. Time to slip this choker of aril beads, take up a green and dangerous needle and stitch yourself a new skin.