In the heart of a quiet town stood a towering tree, its roots deep in the earth, holding stories of generations past. Beneath its shade sat a young boy, tracing patterns on the rough bark, as if listening to a secret only he could hear.
Every day, he returned, seeking comfort in the tree’s presence. He spoke to it about his dreams, fears, and the little things that filled his days. Though the tree never spoke back, it answered in its way—with the rustling of leaves, the gentle sway of branches, and the occasional drop of a fruit, as if offering a gift.
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