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Hugged by Gilded Hands: The Death of a Tree

Only youtruly know the heaviness you’ve carried,of something decayingthe weight of burdens on your being,every part of you,just waitingto break. Then the crashing,falling,of the limbs that were never yours to carry,a force that can destroy.And when this tree was struck,by bolts of lightning, surely,where were the witnesses?Or perhaps, it was the wind.Not the sweet gentle breeze…








