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Describe yourself as a tree.

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If I were a tree, I would be squatting by a river, listening to the tsismosa of the water, day in and day out.

If I were a tree, you would see the sunlight struggling through my canopy.

If I were a tree, I would have a thick trunk and scrawny branches.

If I were a tree, you would find lots of love hearts carved into my crackled husk if you dug deep enough, but my bark would silence the wounds with time enough at last.

If I were a tree, I would be jealous I wasn’t a lemon tree.

If I were a tree, you would see the ants that built a home from my roots to my leaves.

If I were a tree, I would feel my arms bend with a mighty wind and chortle in the face of a skimpy breeze.

If I were a tree, you would wonder if I were a fruit-bearing tree.

If I were a tree, my roots would be shallow. Too much water, you see.

If I were a tree, I would be working on the 39th ring.

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