IV
Finally, a gentle rain falls in the night
caressing the bent and battered yew
whose only sin was standing up
to the icy blast of wind and snow.
She fared better than her sisters
now reduced to sticks and debris.
Finally, a gentle rain falls in the night
caressing the bent and battered yew
whose only sin was standing up
to the icy blast of wind and snow.
She fared better than her sisters
now reduced to sticks and debris.
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