Julia Butterfly Hill
by practicalspactical
Two years ago I lay in your bed after you left for work and watched a documentary about a girl who lived in a Redwood Tree named Luna for 738 days. I remember listening to her describe listening to the tree — even while the camera filmed her.
“Listen,” she said, with the forested hills behind her, the branches of Luna rising up around her.
“Listen,” she said. “Listen.”
The influence of gaslight or electric light on the growth of paraheliotropic trees 
you skipped school to lay in my cozy bed?