a tree
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a tree growing alone standing free reaching for the centre of earth warmth in the heart sap feeding leaves falling seeds floating to be where they will be branches touching sky chasing a star sweet affinity to hear ice dripping in the night rustling breeze soothing rings ever widening recording the seasons of time |
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