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They sprung from roots of old,

slowly because all that grows in our presence is like us, lasting.

How long, unknown.

When?

Who knows?

But people, those that I know, those that I've seen, those that are written down and those who've been forgotten and those who were never known, are why they grow.

From the living,

and dead,

and those in between,

they become.

They are.

And we are built the same.

-Rozaria Elenor

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