Today's OneWord: Retreat

I will retreat when I hear the drums. I will hide myself in a pile of leaves. The autumn wind will carry me away before the troops can get to me. I will climb my way up a redwood tree, and I'll be a part of the seasonal breeze. There will be rainclouds above and hellfire below, but I'll find equilibrium that the generals won't see.

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