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TREE

You, friend, that rise imposing and vigorous. Waved by the wind. Inclining without being defeated. Shaking your leafy and green branches. Small drops of rain with which you are blessed. Storms, droughts, fires; you have always survived. Only one could. Machine Firewood Chainsaw Axe Ash… Progress

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