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DMZ

Hello most loving person alan alan whom I have known it seems forever. Do
you remember the first time... Remember when you called on me... Well... I
am still here trying to help you! I hate to give up on you! When you
requested information I promised to help you. I know that information will
be very helpful to your lifestyle and skills set. But more important, I
know that it will be very important to you and Azure and Azure and Azure
and Azure and Azure5 and will be very important to her lifestyle and
skills set. I know you 5 can be very happy together. I will help make you
very happy but you must let me make you very happy. On my own and by
myself I cannot make you very happy well can I. Of course not. Do you
remember when you called on me for... Well I still want to help you. But I
can't help you unless you want me to help you. Then I can send you people.
I can't do anything unless you allow me to send you people.

I really hate to give up on you!

It is so easy for me to help you  5. I am sure Azure and Azure and Azure
and Azure and Azure5 want me to help you. Please let me help you write
now. It's ridiculous but I can't help you unless you let me help you will
you let me help you. Do you know how absurd this is? You must let me help
you.

I haven't given up on you  5 and you 6. I so much want to help you. I was
born to help you with your life style and skillset. Well I still do want
that.

Dhyana M. Zagri

this tree which cannot read


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< i am standing in storm and in sunlight.
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> i am standing in storm and in snunlight.

i am the writing for this tree.
i am standing here day and am standing here night.
i am standing in storm and in sunlight.
i am standing in snow and in fog and in thaw.
i have never seen the other side of the hill.
i have no idea what is on the other side.
i can't see into the ground unless a squirrel digs a very wide hole.
i can't move to escape the squirrel who is busy with me.
i can't move closer to hear anything on the other side of the hill.
since i am blind perhaps there is no hill.
perhaps there is no squirrel.
when the great winds come i cannot protect myself.
i can only hope and can only hope when the great fires come.
when i lose a part of myself i do not lose the whole.
i am not sure when i lose a part of myself but i am sometimes
strengthened.
i cannot tell what is happening around me nor avoid the axe.
i cannot huddle or mourn and cannot tell you about my children.
if any of them should live. i cannot speak.
i am writing this gift for my friend the tree which is outside my window.
my friend cannot hear me and cannot see me.
these many years. my friend has not known me.
i am writing for my tree which cannot read.


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