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The sun moves gently among the branches as it has done for over one hundred years. I tramped through deep snow drifts to keep an appointment with old man pine tree.

He stands sleeping in the winter cold his shape an outline against the grey western sky.

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He awakes sad; turning wearily from the west his feet grip the ground. There is peace everywhere in this forest.

I realize he is a victim of the storm. His needles are no longer bright green. Broken branches lay everywhere and long brown egg-shaped seeds litter the ground.

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The dark grey fissured bark all twisted and knotty hide in every crack a unique universe of life. Those universes might soon be ending.


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