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She dug her toes into the dirt and raised her arms.
As the wind struck her, she shivered; skin whorled and hardened into bark. Fingers lengthened and fractured into branches. Hair bloomed into narrow silver leaves.
She grew and twisted and changed, shifting from a girl into a narrow white-barked tree.
And thus, she let the seasons pass, and woke again in better times.
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