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As I'm sitting under an abandoned tree, the summer wind hits my face.

The floral scent pleasing my senses. The heat piercing my skin.

This tree speaks to me.


And best of all it listens.

It's bright, vivid leaves blow with the wind. My most favorite, and memorible part of mother nature. The tree that isn't just a tree. It is My summer tree.





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