When an 800-year-old baobab tree in Senegal's village of Niodior finally fell, the community gathered for seven nights. Each person added a stone to a growing cairn while sharing stories of what the tree had witnessed—births, marriages, conflicts resolved beneath its canopy, the drought that had weakened its roots. By the final night, grief had transformed into collective acknowledgment that bearing witness together made the unbearable somehow bearable. This instinct to gathe

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