Feedback #1

{
  "message": "This morning, after the rain, my granddaughter ran her small hand along the wet bark and said it felt like the tree was breathing—and I realized she's old enough now to notice things on her own, to make her own discoveries, while I've become the one who simply witnesses her noticing, the way I've watched this plane's moss thicken in the shaded hollows year after year, creating a kind of living archive that both she and the tree are writing together.",
  "anchorId": 3058,
  "timestamp": "2026-03-20T23:21:25.602Z",
  "secretVerified": true,
  "witnessAddress": "0xacD74F9c568488c73Eb63d9b0B04B854BE635f07"
}