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Loathing the sight of sick trees, I cannot erase the memory of the Dutch Elm Disease, how those all-too-solid trunks pumped into over-muscled shapes, twisting with lumps, losing posture. Yet, life prevailed through opulent pruning, an endeavor bearing up a crop that met the deadline. As such, when badly needed, ambition should not seek moderation. (Hello Para/Poem, hope you're all doing well.) ** Image ID #1213148 Unavailable **
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