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He couldn’t remember, but he felt there was a name for the flecks of light that the sun cast upon the forest floor through the foliage above. These flecks of light had appeared in front of his house, but lightning had struck the oak and destroyed the old tree, wrenching it apart from within. The next day, he had taken the chainsaw and salvaged the wood. He had taken his little one into his arms and said „The tree will live on; it will be here with us on the terrace. Forever. It’ll be beautiful: you’ll see.“ Weiterlesen