My heart sank. I cried the tears of a thousand trees slaughtered for the mill to be steamed and pressed and glued into computer desks and entertainment centers, identities lost in the chipping, their stories rendered neverwere and I stood beneath the final tree as the last dead leaf drifted down towards the ground, only to be sucked into the impeller of the chainsaw I wielded and only then did I bring it down.

My heart sank. I cried the tears of a thousand trees slaughtered for the mill to be steamed and pressed and glued into computer desks and entertainment centers, identities lost in the chipping, their stories rendered neverwere and I stood beneath the final tree as the last dead leaf drifted down towards the ground, only to be sucked into the impeller of the chainsaw I wielded and only then did I bring it down.

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