A soft rainy Saturday at the end of February. A cold mist hangs in the air and dampens my bark, bringing a slight chill to my branches. The ground is damp, and my roots bury deep, absorbing the moisture of the soil as I continue reaching up.
With night comes clearer skies and a full moon that radiates light that was missing during the day. I gaze upwards in solitary reflection, with peace and content.
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