When I was 6 years old I climbed a magnolia tree. It was in full bloom and I wanted some of the flowers.

I climbed and sat on a bough. Then I turned to climb down and a small branch enteRed my left eye. I held my eye and could feel wetness and darkness. Below me the voices of my friend also her father the bearded man.

i sat in the tree for what felt like hours afraid to move, blind in many ways. I remember thinking how can something so beautiful hurt me?

then I shifted my thinking–  I realized something so beautiful could hurt me.

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