They had weathered many storms together, each one slightly eroding the strength of their roots, exposing another layer of broken promises and leaving little strength to pick-up the broken pieces.  The paper-thin strands of bark matched the paleness of her shaking hands as she leaned against the old birch and wondered when the next storm would arrive.

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