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a gnarled oak that knew well all its leaves and had closely examined its inner tissues loved me like a son when i was cutting it down it asked to be made into matches because they are eternal
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Mar 8, 2026 at 6:27 AM UTC
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a gnarled oak that knew well all its leaves and had closely examined its inner tissues loved me like a son when i was cutting it down it asked to be made into matches because they are eternal
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Mar 8, 2026 at 6:27 AM UTC
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