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split up after years
pile of logs in the yard
missing forest
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I have the same feeling of sadness at the sight of missing trees, but I am not able to express it in the way you did. Thank you.
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I was thinking how the screams of the trees are drown out by the buzz of the saws. Lovely.
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Missing forest indeed. Well done!
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An interesting interpretation of the prompt. Makes me ponder.
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Such a sad loss.
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still the warmth of it will flicker for yet a moment
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