Wisdom in age. Wisdom made in strides, while you decay. Sunlight beams through your branches, caressing the cold moss. You blanket me with shade. The sun is a beacon through which you create more beauty.
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Wisdom in age. Wisdom made in strides, while you decay. Sunlight beams through your branches, caressing the cold moss. You blanket me with shade. The sun is a beacon through which you create more beauty.
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