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the trees’s branches whistle through the wind while the sun sets to meet its end the moon rises to replace the warm glow as the star rests in the caverns below the tree is now cold, sickled, and thin waiting for it to rise again
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Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
the tree
the trees’s branches whistle through the wind while the sun sets to meet its end the moon rises to replace the warm glow as the star rests in the caverns below the tree is now cold, sickled, and thin waiting for it to rise again
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Nov 3, 2025
Nov 3, 2025 at 4:13 PM UTC
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