The withered tree, always there, was present again this time. Eventually, it will weather away, but to me, it sounds like it's saying, "I'm still here." I wonder what it's thinking as it gazes at the horizon.
The withered tree, always there, was present again this time. Eventually, it will weather away, but to me, it sounds like it's saying, "I'm still here." I wonder what it's thinking as it gazes at the horizon.
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