Undefined Stories

Bamboo


I woke to the scent of green.
It wasn’t the harsh sting of pine or the wet rot of a swamp, but something softer—sweet and grassy. It folded over me like a blanket. My body felt heavy. I couldn’t open my eyes right away. I let the smells pull me up first, like a tide lapping gently at the edge of
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