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.... I know I will write these lines, and the hi

.... I know I will write these lines, and the history will erase it, so well that it will feel like these were never written. I know that it has been years since I entered this field, or page what I should say. A page is better, a thing made from tree, by killing them. It's an irony, such an irony that we write on pages to save the trees. I am a nature enthusiast, and I live in a community which does not care about the nature, about the mother of all. Amidst of all those horns, I still try to listen the chirping of birds, the buzzing of honeybees and the ruffling sound made by those dry leaves. It is no wonder, I write all these beautiful things everyday, and at last I erase them all, or do a camp fire. It is an irony, I know that. But what can I do, do you have an answer? Did you ever tried to graft a broken tree and people start to laugh at you, for your good deeds, ever felt that? Have you ever heard those whispers running from ears to ears, starting a catastrophe to burn down the reputation you have? I have felt them, not once but many times, maybe daily.
.... I know I will write these lines, and the history will erase it, so well that it will feel like these were never written. I know that it has been years since I entered this field, or page what I should say. A page is better, a thing made from tree, by killing them. It's an irony, such an irony that we write on pages to save the trees. I am a nature enthusiast, and I live in a community which does not care about the nature, about the mother of all. Amidst of all those horns, I still try to listen the chirping of birds, the buzzing of honeybees and the ruffling sound made by those dry leaves. It is no wonder, I write all these beautiful things everyday, and at last I erase them all, or do a camp fire. It is an irony, I know that. But what can I do, do you have an answer? Did you ever tried to graft a broken tree and people start to laugh at you, for your good deeds, ever felt that? Have you ever heard those whispers running from ears to ears, starting a catastrophe to burn down the reputation you have? I have felt them, not once but many times, maybe daily.
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