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dallas
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watch over me when I am not looking I'm glad for that. And that's something. But sometimes I wonder if I am forgetting to return the favor.
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oodles
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When I got glasses for the first time, I looked up at the trees and I was amazed. I never knew how beautiful they were until I could really see them. Everything and everyone around us is beautiful--sometimes you're just not looking through the right lenses.
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Barrett
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Get in the way when you're disc golfing.
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fran
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A favourite little rhyme from a Jeffery Eugenides book. The trees like lungs filling with air My sister, the mean one, pulling my hair
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tourist
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No fooling oodles, I had the same experience when I got my first pair. I couldn't hardly believe the detail! It was as if I had been living in a cartoon all those years!
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stark
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trees of green some trumpet-blowing guy said once
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The Truth
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Trees are a beautiful reminder of the fractalic patterns of life. The sunlight is absorbed by tiny leaves or needles which connect to the stem, then to the twigs and the wispy branches, then to the large branches, then to the trunk which is connected to the massive network of roots underground. The tree is then connected to the forest, which is connected to the ecosystem, connected to the balance of nature, which is an integral part of the planet...the solar system...the galaxy...the supercluster...the universe...the polyverse...and so on. Trees are the metaphors that instruct us about the systems of life.
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amillio
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as tall as they are when trown from the tips of a red wood the eskimo will only bounce off the sadness of pitfalls left behind. he may only drive buses but he's a humanbeing like the rock used to drown the mice in defeat for it will never see the top
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Aaron
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stinky trees, get yer nice fresh stinky trees, all size packages, get yer sticky green trees.
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whoknows
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are fun to climb
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ClairE
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Pine. Always. smoke. I like them. They are rockin'.
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lisa
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are one of my most favorite things. they hold leaves... (of which i have a tatoo on my foot of one) and in the winter they get bare and pointy)
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ClairE
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trees seen through brand-new glasses are scrumptious.
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jestificatiobn
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i can rest in your lap and sleep whole afternoons away in your comfort. telling you my problems and resting my back on your strength. finding messages within your canopy. feeling stories rushing through your being. energy. elder. siblings. i peacefully exist because of you.
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pontifier
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Trees! My son won't eat brocolli if you call it brocolli, but if you call it a tree, look out, he's like a chipper shredder! Hail Paul Bunyan!
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girl_jane
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So I've hugged a tree. Is there anything wrong with that?
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jane
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i hugged a tree in paris...there's a picture of it in my photo album.
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jane
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through dark trees speared by thin, bright light through eyes against which hair blows. through gold in a puddle. silver covered by clouds. i have guessed at you in wakefulness. i have dreamed you in sleep. words whispered down the wind. shapes against the daylight glare. or shadows, merging with shadows, spreading into night. where touch is more real than sight. and the trees are emptiness behind the glades...
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girl_jane
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Perhaps Janes have a thing for hugging trees?
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jane
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probably...i wouldn't doubt it...i think i respect trees more than most of the people i know... it has to do with the whole "respect your elders" thing
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Gilraen (s.h.o.t.h)
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And he had the word 'TREES' written on the back of his hands.
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minnesota_chris
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In savage Northern Minnesota, the trees are fell, feral creatures. They invade all available space, roots crawling through the ground, pushing through lawns, invading septic systems (they LOVE drain fields) spreading everywhere. The leaves shade out smaller trees, stunting them and killing them.
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Whitechocolatewalrus
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I look at the world with new eyes From my feshly built tree house Up high in the sky Free from all the people Free from all the lights Free fom all the life I breathe in the clean, crisp air And let out a slight sigh All my life I've dreamed of this A paradise in the sky I start my life here i start my life now
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RedArmageddon
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bees. beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeees. beware.
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xyz
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In the past few months I've destroyed, crumpled, and disposed of an obscene amount of killed trees.
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falling_alone
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i like your trees... i've only painted one that i liked so far and its on your wall. so if you ever move, take that wall with you. or donate it to me, i'd be happy to find a home for that blue tree of yours.
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phallusdei
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they're so huge. I mean damn. the greatest living creature. *boycots paper*
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kx21
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Tigers in Human Space...
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chloeNtheSUN
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magnificent My feet tug at the floor And my head sways to my shoulder Sometimes when I watch trees sway, From the window or the door. I shall set forth for somewhere, I shall make the reckless choice Some day when they are in voice And tossing so as to scare The white clouds over them on. I shall have less to say, But I shall be gone. - R Frost
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ferret
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the trees are all merging into new freeway lanes
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falling_alone
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*wails* oh my dear you painted over my blue tree! i can see it still it's tip is on the ceiling, grasping and reaching out for us to peel that purple off...doesn't it look so trapped.
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Lady Rhiannon
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We met you there among the trees And, later, lost you there too "Did we do right?" "...Go find out"
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revo
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titanium, yeah!
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tyloer
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patience what have you become you ....you are still here for me patiently beneath the sky and above my dreams ... i am here now with you for the afternoon, what shall we do sir :) consider the sky or consider the caterpillar who just became a butterfly when ambiguous was most distrought
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what's it to you?
who
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blather
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