Rebecca

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As the sun suddenly peaks though the mountians I slowly begin to grow a faint shadow. Rough as I am my shawdow makes me look flawless. All my vibrant leaves ave found a new home for winter but will dress my branches again. I am a deicduous tree. My bare branches cover no ground. My gray-ish orange bark slowly decays, I am getting old. My friend is the pond and everything in it. Ducks,frogs,turtles. A nest purked upon my branches. So high up right in my face. I am feeling a sneeze, ACH!!! Leaning right against the pond so close to falling into the cold,mossy, water.======

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