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the shadows of the tree’s hands
stretch out across the blazing sand.
blocking the sunlight
from my face
and my cheerful attitude

hiking through
this desert now
I have often
wondered how
all life here
does not burn away.

this ancient tree,
a shriveled oak,
is all that’s left
of an ocean of trees.

I stand in a graveyard of leaves.

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