Will to survive When our future died we did the only thing we could. We closed its eyes, tucked in its paws, and carried it out back to bury it beneath the birch. You might think, this is the part where the tree starts to grow, the remains of the future feeding new life. You would be right! The birch shot up like the tower of Babel and the roots rippled the lawn, making it even harder to mow. We put red lights on top to keep airplanes from running into it. Helicopters have made nests in the tree. It will live forever.
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