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It was a cold and rainy night in the last December when it occurred to me that perhaps I should invest in better accommodations so that I may survive the harshness of the winter that did promise to come. Unfortunately it seems that this measure did not stave off the bitter demons which still haunted the sleep that I so desperately needed. Ever since that dreary thought occurred to me the only thing that has kept me alive is the shear will to show that even in the barren wasteland of both the season and my life, I could grow a sapling into a mighty tree. A tree to provide shelter to those in need, and comfort to the hopeless nothingness that was the vast empty plain in the middle of a northern winter.
I had found the young shoot coming out of the ground just as fall was starting to wane into winter while on a long walk from the town which was my home for the time being. It was a narrow green shaft shooting its first hope into the world. And when I saw this shoot all alone in the field I decided that I must see it grow into a tree.
I had found the young shoot coming out of the ground just as fall was starting to wane into winter while on a long walk from the town which was my home for the time being. It was a narrow green shaft shooting its first hope into the world. And when I saw this shoot all alone in the field I decided that I must see it grow into a tree.