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Brainstorm!
Poetry

The Journey of Life
Tree.
One bleak word. It may not seem much.
On the outside, a gnarly mess of knots of roots. Insects bore through the dense, textured slab of wood. Inside, the wood is rotting, decaying, home to a colony of earthworms and banana slugs. A fox passes by, shocked to find a surplus of food.
by Austin Ruan
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