Where the Wind Blows Hard and the Trees Grow Crooked
There’s a valley here, where the winds of the world come to reside. Gusts sweep down one mountain range, tumble across the valley floor, sweep up the next mountain range, all in endless supply. The trees there grow crooked, reaching in diagonal tandem, away from the first mountain range. But they grow. And they’re strong. See, despite that relentless horizontal battering, the vertical doesn’t change. The roots sink...
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