The Little Boy Under The Dying Tree
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Last published Sun, Feb 4, 2024
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Trauma and tragedy are difficult to deal with, we find ourselves questioning why something like this could happen, what caused it to happen.
As humans we grow with it.
It may drive us mad, but we stay steady and don't teeter or let ourselves fall.
What happens.
When we do fall?
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