Just Wait Until the Plants Beat You Up!

When people are sad, they hug their dogs and cry. Dogs have eyes. They lick the backs of your hands and nuzzle into your arms, whimpering. But have you ever thought about hugging a big tree and crying? Pressing your face against its rough bark, telling the things you can’t tell anyone to a flower, or to a whole meadow? Talking about your sadness? All things have a spirit. This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual persons or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.