The soil knows no border/La tierra no tiene fronteras
“The soil knows no border,” groans the green forests.
The exiled tree cannot prevent its seed from flourishing.
—La tierra no tiene fronteras, suspira la arboleda.
El árbol exiliado no logra evitar que su fruto florezca.
--Claudia D. Hernández, Knitting the Fog (forthcoming April 2019)
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