“The wind whipped through the needles of the mother tree, but she stood steadfast. She had seen nature in countless forms: hot summer days when the mosquitoes swarmed, rain that came in sheets for weeks, snow so heavy some of her branches snapped, periods of drought followed by long, damp spells, the sky turned scarlet, her limbs on fire… she would be here for hundreds more years. Farewell, dear momma”
— Aug 21, 2026 10:19PM
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