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Today, I relished the feeling of soaring through my familiar tunnel of majestic trunks as sweet sunlight poured through their spindly branches. Peeking through my sunroof, I could see their grateful boughs stretching skyward, beckoning the soft warmth to come closer.
Slowly, their long-frozen limbs are relaxing, embracing the bygone joy of spring. Gradually, their slumbering heartbeats come to life deep within their ancient layers. Steadily, vital sap courses through their primeval veins, awakening memories of nascent buds and fragrant flowers. Filled with aspirations of verdant canopies, eager to welcome the chirps and flutters of feathered friends, they reach toward the promises of summer.
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The same transformation is happening inside of me.