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"The Gnarling Tree"
It has come to be known,at least by those who settle in the wooded lands,that not everything is there at our disposal.Some things must just be left at their discretion to do what they must do and be what they must be.
Thus was born the gnarling tree,its limbs deliberate in their parameters,its roots precarious on their perch.It has been,in some permutation,a part of its community since the community had parts.It is not decorated at holidays or celebrated in song.It grows,and sheds its leaves,and shelters variously furred and feathered creatures.It doesn't ask for much,and in return it offers us our past.
We can tell it our secrets,for though it listens well,it seldom chooses to speak,and when it does,we think it only wind.
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