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The groves were God’s first temples. – William Cullen Bryant
Every day, they encroached farther. Every day, more of her friends and children fell. And every day it hurt more, as there were fewer left.
She crept to where she could see them. These humans were so destructive. For two cycles of the smaller moon, they had been coming out here nearly every day and cutting down her trees.