She held hope in her outstretched hands. Kneeling gently on the ground, she prepared herself for what she knew she must do. The cool water trickled through her muddy fingers, and the soft, black earth felt comfortingly warm on her palms.
Planting the tree of life would mean a new beginning. The opportunities were endless…
Feeling the excitement course through her quivering body, she lowered the tree of life into the small hole she had prepared. It was time…
as she planted it she felt peace in the air. she left it overnight by the morning it had grown 4 times the size it was the previous night.
Very cool
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