EverythingSings on Nostr: though he cannot remember who taught him. A man's voice. Rough hands showing him how ...

though he cannot remember who taught him. A man's voice. Rough hands showing him how to read the dirt. The memory is a fragment, sharp-edged, and then it's gone.

He stops walking and listens.

Water. Birds, though not the kind he needs to worry about. Wind through leaves. No footsteps. No breathing that isn't his own.

He finds a tree with low branches and climbs. His hands know the motion better than his mind does. Bark under fingers. Foot in