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July 30, 2007
A small tree in a forest of ancient pillars swings its youthful arms, playing with the butterflies and bluebirds. Its pale green leaves wave in the mottled light created by the still, dark branches of its relatives. Some are disgruntled by its excitement and loud movement. Others smile, recollecting their own youth a hundred years past. As the sun begins to set, the tallest of the trees feels a burst of sunshine, which rushes to the little tree. All the members of the grove shudder for a moment, and any creature with eyes sees the sapling shoot up an inch.