The Forest and The Oak Tree

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Leaves crunched as he ran through the forest. A smile painting gracefully across of his young freckle covered face. Eventually the music became fainter and fainter. Panting for breath, the brunette boy approached an old, tall oak tree that had very few leaves since autumn was approaching. The young boy picked up a leaf and examined it: looking at the tree in awe and admiration. "My, my, never have I ever seen a more beautiful tree in my life." He spoke softly, seating himself down an a pile full of warm coloured leaves. "I could stay here forever and ever." He said, still in awe of the tree.

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