“A branch, broken and split, dangling year after year, clicking its song to the wind. With neither leaves nor bark, bear, wan, worn out by a long life and a long death. Its song echoes, cracking and persistent. Stubbornly, it resounds with secret anguish. For yet another summer. Yet another winter.”
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