Just below the Green Road, a battered tree stands stubbornly on the edge of a stream path. Though often submerged, it endures—its roots clinging deep into the softened earth. After autumn, the ground around it is blanketed in wet, decaying leaves, their colours muted but still rich, whispering of the season just passed.
Just below the Green Road, a battered tree stands stubbornly on the edge of a stream path. Though often submerged, it endures—its roots clinging deep into the softened earth. After autumn, the ground around it is blanketed in wet, decaying leaves, their colours muted but still rich, whispering of the season just passed.
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