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I have been searching for the perfect tree. It has to reach the sky with limbs that embrace the world.
Its frond-like leaves would protect its master and shade all those who need to hide from the law.
It would be a magnet for vacationing creatures large and small who have lost their way in the world.
My tree would have cunning instincts when it came to survival not of the fittest but of the kindest.
It would turn its magnificent trunk away from those nefarious beasts who have only cruelty in their blood.
My dream tree eludes me still to this day. But I will never stop searching. Mankind’s survival is at stake.
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