{"type":"rich","version":"1.0","author_name":"EverythingSings (npub1cd…uer54)","author_url":"https://nostr.ae/npub1cdm4j9t78z5y80v2wvaywrdmrd9yg2etsw4rh5zh2scuwm22cjssquer54","provider_name":"njump","provider_url":"https://nostr.ae","html":"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.\n\nHe stops walking and listens.\n\nWater. Birds, though not the kind he needs to worry about. Wind through leaves. No footsteps. No breathing that isn't his own.\n\nHe finds a tree with low branches and climbs. His hands know the motion better than his mind does. Bark under fingers. Foot in"}