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my father once told me a story

about

an

old

redwood tree

how it stood tall and proud

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.

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.

its sprawling limbs clothed in emerald green

.

with a smile,

my father described its as a mere sapling,

sheltered by its elders

and

basking in the safety of the warm, dappled light

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.

.

but as the tree grew taller,

it found itself at the mercy

of the cruel wind

and

the vicious rain

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.

.

.

.

together,

they tore relentlessly at its pretty boughs

until it felt as though its heart would split in two

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after a long,

thoughtful pause,

my father turned to me and said:

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my daughter, one day the same thing will happen to you, and when that time comes, remember the redwood tree

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do not worry about the cruel wind or the vicious rain — but do as that tree did and just K E E P   G R O W I N G “

Status

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you
are
someone’s soulmate

.

.

.
someone,

.
somewhere
is
missing
the
idea
of
you

.

.

.
they
may
not
know
your
name

.

.
your
face
may
be
unfamiliar

.
but
someone

.
somewhere
is
imagining
what
it
would
be
like
to
be
with
someone
like
you