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May 2019
It starts as a sprout vunrable and weak it needs support.
Then Its stem turns stronger until it can stand on its own.
Then comes growth it will be taller than all the other trees.
Then comes time where it learns to adapt and has wisdom of the past.

“Im  like a tree , I have grown tall and strong, I have gone through hard times and I have had people try to knock me down. When it was time to fall I left memories scars. Stories , memories. So you could learn how to be a tree too.” - Grandma
Noah
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Noah  14/Bigender/California
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