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Our meeting tree

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Our meeting tree. A huge, towering oak situated right next to a bridge. A place of reprieve. A place to hide.

A place for us. 

That tree appeared before me as I slept. The first time I ever saw it in my dream. It was dark, but unmistakable. It used to be a symbol of hope, a beacon of light. But last night... it only served as a painful reminder of what'd I lost. 

I can't remember the last time I visited. I'm not sure I ever will. 

 

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