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  • From the ground, I look up into this noble, craggy tree on my hill. So many textures, so big, a friend I barely notice. Hello craggy tree. How are you today? Thank you for all you do on our hill. I bet you keep the soil here -birds, and stuff for squirrels. What kind of tree are you? You seem like a being that is gruff on the outside and very true and tender, a softy so to speak, on the inside.

    Time and your circles grow. Time and my circles grow, too. How long do you get to live? How can I let you know me more, and how can I know you? And what do you say to me? You say, look! And listen, wind. And feel it, too. And smell those rotting red peppers, would ya.

    And your roots, do they grow deeper and longer and send off shots into the underground water? What do I know about what you spend your days doing, you living craggy tree, my neighbor.
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