One Word: “flex”

The branches flex in the wind, moving more gently than the brisk gusts would suggest. I wonder if they’re further away than I think, or bigger, or if I’m just dehydrated and exhausted and hallucinating. I wouldn’t be surprised. How long have I been out here, days? Maybe a week? I’m beyond recalling.

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