the last tree

I once heard tales of an era when majestic forests of vibrant trees stretched across the entire expanse, reaching from one ocean to another. Such a notion seemed as enchanting as magic or the whimsy of Santa Claus. It evoked a fiery passion within, a flame in the heart that yearned to shield itself from the harsh realities of the world. Alas, despite valiant efforts, this endeavor often proved futile. Perhaps, deep down, I have yet to experience that very sensation, or perchance, just perchance, the world isn't as frigid as it may seem.

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