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It stood there stoically.
It stood without a worry in the world.
Like an umbrella in the rain it sheltered.
Like a redwood in the forest it grew thick.
As if it knew I couldn't leave.
As if it knew it cradled dreams.
Never pulling up its root.
Never fading like a memory.
It stands there still.
It stands there complete.
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