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One - take care of it…
The voice began to diminish until it was no longer audible. The sounds of birds chirping and the gentle breeze washed over me again, bringing me back into reality.
I started back at the tree, looking at it closely. The gold shine had been replaced with dark colours: black, purples and greys.
'What's happening?' I asked. 'Why has it changed? Someone answer me!'
I collapsed on the floor, in floods of tears, feeling quite alone. First, my family; secondly, the tree; thirdly … who knows?
After a few minutes, I got up again, and began to walk back to the settlement, making sure I didn't look back.
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