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The tree stands tall as a skyscraper.
It leans over a house where Mother and daughter
are learning to sew. Daughter knows

that learning to knit is not important as spending
time with
her friends. The mother, she sees an opportunity

for her daughter to acquire a new skill.
There is no sound, only

the rustling of tree branches as a new sapling
rises from the earth, and the snitch snitch of
hands to cloth.

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