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The fallen tree, the branches that withered, fallen into the trap of time. The gushing wind that wounded its already cramped leaves. Shedding the skin as it melts away into the lap of mother earth herself. This was its best ending. Why? The nature gave shelter to its dying trunk. The nature held onto its sick roots until it was mixed with the soil, only to grow back again for better. To serve the mankind again, in a hope for better.
If you found beauty in these words, why don't we try to find beauty in this dying world?

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I hope you keep finding beauty in living.