In the forest an old spruce wracked by Winter's lashings. Branches caught in the canopy of its neighbour. Thick roots, breaking the surface, straining in the deep Earth. The sound of wood creaking, bowing, cracking.
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In the forest an old spruce wracked by Winter's lashings. Branches caught in the canopy of its neighbour. Thick roots, breaking the surface, straining in the deep Earth. The sound of wood creaking, bowing, cracking.
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