Yesterday the axes came, felling trees by the hundreds for the insatiable. A cacophony of superfluous gains; wasted years on the bonfires of progress. Tonight, the pale yellow moonlit firs #ennoble the forest in the cold snowy night. A serene quietude in the proud yet wistful wood, dreaming of a rich but consumed past. Tomorrow, stumps will lay bare the rings of a collapsed history and a thousand amber tears.

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