With a heavy heart, I noticed many of the trees were gone now, but not my tree. She stood there like a tombstone of my childhood. Her majestic limbs reached toward the heavens taunting fate to take her too.
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With a heavy heart, I noticed many of the trees were gone now, but not my tree. She stood there like a tombstone of my childhood. Her majestic limbs reached toward the heavens taunting fate to take her too.
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