Nature.

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I'm looking at a tree.

The type you'd see as a child and it would become a mountain of challenge.

With its long strong wide built frame breaking off into smaller armies of branches just waiting to be climbed.

You'd reach the top after stumbling many times to see a view.

The most amazing view of either city or countryside, the stars or sunlight, constant noise or nothing at all.

But I still just see a tree.

The leaves and branches intertwined with each other, marks from animals or humans alike.

A constant strength no matter the weather.

I'm looking at a tree.

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