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A Morning's Tale

I'll tell you a story about a girl with a tree for a spine. But you must be patient because it takes years for a tree to grow and many more years following for a girl to grow on a tree. And so, this will be a very long story, one that will stretch between the roots and the leaves but will never break. It will wrap itself around the girl's waist and then chest and then nose and around the tree's trunk and bark and branches, until it simply finds itself again trailing its tail along the sky-drenched field.
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elizabeth-1
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Feb 17, 2011
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