I like to look at trees. I like to watch them sway with the wind or stay unnaturally (but actually the opposite) still. I like the strong, tall ones that tower over me with hundreds of thick and tiny branches. I like the weak ones that are dying, thin and bent, wasting away before they should. I like ones with leaves or ones stripped bare. I
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