Lone Tree Monologue

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A large sycamore tree waved to the warm breeze. A parade of greens leaves and brown branches dancing to the beat of the world. The boiling sun beat down on the lone tree casting a cool shadow in its wake. White thin clouds scattered in the wild open blue sky. Leaving a trail of white mist running with the wind. Cricket sang a slow heavy tune calling to the clouds to come a little closer and bless the hot ground with cool shade. An old woman walked down a dusty road far on the horizon. She walked with the ferocity of an mule on a plow. As she neared the lone tree it beckoned for her to sit and enjoy protection from the glaring sun. She stopped and hesitated only for a moment before starting again on her pilgrimage. “Ah got to tell 'er the
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