When I'm hurting I like to believe that I'm tall and strong like the big oak tree. It never says a word, it stays silent in time, but if you cut it open and see its rings, each of them has a story to tell. And even the big mighty oak shifts and bends with the passing of the wind. And through time the big oak will die. but if you wait and watch, a seed from the old begins anew.
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