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Looking up at the trees while laying in the grass, the patterns of life like veins in our bodies. Did you know they actually are? Each leaf on this tree appears to have an end. That strange end is the air we breath, the cleanest of all, it only smothers little ones who are anxious and small.
Roots in the ground are thick and play tricks. They'll trip you and haunt you if you cut them too quick. Nature isn't a game you see, treat it with care. It'll come back to you with dirt, salt and the greatest love.

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