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  • Great-great-grandfather Selim uprooted by a Sultan, knew the roots he planted would not be strong enough. A sapling cannot withstand the promise of the Easterly wind.

    Great-granddad Panayiotis escaped. Winter's North wind promised a hopeful spring, a free spring. A harsh winter strips the leaves off a tree but rarely is able to free roots from the cold grounds' hold.

    Grandpa Georgi ran, swam and fought. Fought between trees and over roots. Strange trees bear sweet fruit. And the Easterly wind carries the strangest, sweetest of smells.

    Dad made a promise. The rising sun ignites the first fire, and the world begins to travel with the sun. But the Western wind is bitter, and the Eastern wind will always carry the aromatic smells of strange trees and sweet fruit.

    When a sapling is cut from its roots, it must follow the breeze of the wind.
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