Against the window of Christopher’s room, as against all the windows in the house, was the wall of trees, crushing themselves hard against the glass. “I wonder if that’s why they made this house out of stone?” Christopher asked the cat. “So the trees wouldn’t push it down?”
Shirley Jackson.
Satya note: Have you never seen weeds push up through stones, stubborn seeds take root on old lava, bamboo disrupt a bricked path, the wild overtake an old mill?
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