<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><oembed><type>video</type><version>1.0</version><html>&lt;iframe src=&quot;https://www.loom.com/embed/071ce280135d43c0a41bb1e8b9e58f28&quot; frameborder=&quot;0&quot; width=&quot;1717&quot; height=&quot;1288&quot; webkitallowfullscreen mozallowfullscreen allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;</html><height>1288</height><width>1717</width><provider_name>Loom</provider_name><provider_url>https://www.loom.com</provider_url><thumbnail_height>1288</thumbnail_height><thumbnail_width>1717</thumbnail_width><thumbnail_url>https://cdn.loom.com/sessions/thumbnails/071ce280135d43c0a41bb1e8b9e58f28-00001.gif</thumbnail_url><duration>164.257</duration><title>A Poem from the Sycamore Tree 🌳</title><description>Hey there! I&apos;m excited to share a new poem that I wrote while standing under my favorite sycamore tree. Inspired by a line in Britta’s Substack too! It&apos;s a reflection on nature, transformation, and the hidden thoughts of little birds. I hope you enjoy it! </description></oembed>