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A great fire swept through a forest burning everything in its wake. In the fire's path stood a Jack Pine. The tree, wanting to be left unharmed pleaded for mercy from the blaze. Reluctantly, the fire agreed and passed it unmolested. Countless seasons passed, the forest grew back larger, more resilient than before. Many trees released their seeds in the destruction; The Pine, however, unable to open its cones could not help to reseed the forest. The Pine, now older, but weak and brittle from time, realised the fire would bring devastation at first, but in its aftermath, new life would flourish.
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
The Jack Pine
A great fire swept through a forest burning everything in its wake. In the fire's path stood a Jack Pine. The tree, wanting to be left unharmed pleaded for mercy from the blaze. Reluctantly, the fire agreed and passed it unmolested. Countless seasons passed, the forest grew back larger, more resilient than before. Many trees released their seeds in the destruction; The Pine, however, unable to open its cones could not help to reseed the forest. The Pine, now older, but weak and brittle from time, realised the fire would bring devastation at first, but in its aftermath, new life would flourish.
From death comes new life!
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Sep 20, 2016
Sep 20, 2016 at 4:55 AM UTC
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