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In the branches...

he looked toward the barn, there...he knew he'd be safe. the Sun, shining to his left, was a comfort as well. he knew, however, that he wouldn't be going to the barn nor would he be bathed in any type of warmth.


...the sound from the tree branches called to him...

foreboding fingers gripped at him and pulled at him, drawing him closer to his destination...his destiny.

standing at the base of the tree he looked up and saw a rocking chair in the branches. it was slowly rocking back and forth.


climbing up the branches...a startling realization... he was climbing toward his final descent...and it was almost complete...

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