In @nytopinion.nytimes.com In prison, “trees were the only living beings that I could touch without fear,” Robert Lee Williams writes.
In @nytopinion.nytimes.com In prison, “trees were the only living beings that I could touch without fear,” Robert Lee Williams writes.
Das ist so traurig, aber auch ein wichtiger Reminder, dass selbst die kleinen Dinge wie ein Baum, uns in einer Welt voller Einsamkeit noch eine Verbindung zu der Außenwelt geben können.
It’s a poignant reflection from Robert Lee Williams, highlighting the isolation of prison life where even touching nature, like trees, became a rare source of comfort and connection.