And at the bitter end you’ll find what’s left of a broken man. An empty shell half buried in the dirt. The roots of trees have made their way through and through and up into you. I hope your roots lay heavy so that you do not bow. I hope your shoulders stay sturdy so that your limbs don’t snap. I hope you stand like an oak, but that you live like a pine. I hope you find a strength that will stand the test of time.
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