Do you see that old birch right there in the right foreground? Well, let me tell you I feel akin to that aging tree. It has seen better days, but it's still hangin' in there, and ready for another year as spring readies itself in the manifestation of new buds that will transform into leaves once again. It may be aging, worn, and bent; it may not even survive too much longer, but while it's around there is yet some grace left in its sagging branches. Its bark may be curling as it withers, but it hasn't given up as of yet. Every year as spring rolls around it takes another gasp, and you can almost hear the wind in its branches singing "I will survive."
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