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Oh, how cruel a tree appears! Shedding the leaves that cooked its food, Shedding the leaves that gave it shade, Shedding the leaves that bore its name, Shedding the leaves--parts of itself! Yet with a gentle simper, the tree whispers: “Oh my people, I shed these leaves not in malice, but in need. For only in letting go can I survive and see a brighter tomorrow.”
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Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
Falling Leaves
Oh, how cruel a tree appears! Shedding the leaves that cooked its food, Shedding the leaves that gave it shade, Shedding the leaves that bore its name, Shedding the leaves--parts of itself! Yet with a gentle simper, the tree whispers: “Oh my people, I shed these leaves not in malice, but in need. For only in letting go can I survive and see a brighter tomorrow.”
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Apr 15, 2025
Apr 15, 2025 at 11:08 PM UTC
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