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The soft rustling of leaves filled the air, just as it did every spring day without fail. Warm sunlight radiated down from the sky, gently warming the earth below.
Vague sensations were all he could pick up - no sights or sounds or smells. The gentle vibrations of the blowing breeze softly shook his fragile branches, strength surging up through his growing roots to remind him that one day, he'll grow strong and tall and full of life.
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