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a better time

A better time We bought a Christmas tree it has snow on and is a very green tree, greener than the real ones like those in the forest lit up by trivial stars and waiting for snow. With our new tree, you switch on a button and there will be light. There was a time my father went into the forest and chopped a tree and took it home on his bike. The forest was near before now it is miles away. Tiny candles placed on the outer branches we had to keep an eye on them. It was a busy night for the fire- department. Our tree took fire, my father threw it out of the wind it landed root first and continued to burn to look festive on a dark night. My little tree on the table in the living room looks pathetic But will do on a time of the pandemic.
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