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If a tree dies in the forest I’m around to hear it. I always have been. I’ve listened to their tales—the mournful sigh of the pine, the agonizing groan of the oak, the last farewell of the fir.
If a tree dies in the forest I’m around to hear it. I always have been. I’ve listened to their tales—the mournful sigh of the pine, the agonizing groan of the oak, the last farewell of the fir.