A little over five months ago, I had COVID-19 symptoms and checked every box for probability-raising factors and was tested for it.
A litte under five months ago, I received my (first, doubtless merely most recent, and hopefully not last) negative test result.
Exactly five months ago, I started wandering in the woods, sweet release from confinement. Somewhere along the way, The Dendromorphoses started to happen.
I thank my neighbours, the trees of Pacific Spirit Park, for their hospitality in tolerating my being among them. I thank my human hosts here, acknowledging that we are on the unceded territories of the xʷməθkʷəy̓əm (Musqueam), sḵwx̱wú7mesh (Squamish), and sel̓íl̓witulh (Tsleil Waututh) Nations.
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