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Jan 26
the wood from the tree
that saved me
did not worry over what would be.

it grew patient and strong
with dignity
and knew its purpose
selflessly.

year after year
the wood from the tree
knew it's role
in humanity.

and we are all part
of the wood from the tree
bound together
by destiny,
and in the end
we shall see
the wood from the tree
bearing our
eternity.
Written by
Kathryn Heim
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