'(·)@allgebrah·Feb 17, 2017Druids, stranded on an island, build a Frankenstein tree out of driftwood, rip the pages out of books to give it leaves1114
'(·)@allgebrahReplying to @allgebrahThe second year, the last of them dies. The third year, it blossoms. A hundred years, a dryad sits on the beach, chatting with the mermaids.9:25 PM · Feb 17, 2017·Twitter Web Client1 Retweet6 Likes