The tree begins as a fledgling seed, grows for many years with a fruitful bounty and then dies, wilted and withered and alone with no escape.
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It's about humanity. We start as little creatures, but in the end our day awaits us.
A contest entry
- Humanity by Finis.
135 points, ended December 13, 2008, 29 entries
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