I have lived my whole life in a little house on a small stretch of land. Before I was born my father planted a tree in my backyard. This tree was a tall and mighty tree and was called Martin and I was named after this tree. As i grew older so did the tree. As i neared my time of dieing I remember seeing the tree slowly lose each branch one by one. So as i died so did the tree. This taught me that nothing can last forever, not even the mightiest tree in the world. srry for the late post i was sick all weekend and just got up to do this fast
It works.
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