L'ARBRE SUR LE PLAN LES GRIFFES VERS LE CIEL ONE-SHOT

French poetry and comic from Guilin Braida. Text in English but contains an ex-voto English translation from the artist.

"Nothing changes. The tree stands on the plane. Its buds reach toward the gray sky. Its buds look like claws. It makes slight movements. Does it want to scratch, tear, tear a cloud from the sky? Or rather, invite it to dance?"