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I am like the tall dead tree staring at me as I do my morning exercises. All of her youthful beauty now gone, she stands, silently, still surrendering her limbs as a resting place for birds. I stretch my own tired limbs, inviting the day’s life force to lubricate my joints, much like the tin man in the Wizard Of Oz. And we both know that soon enough we will be composted for new life to begin, to be mirrored in the springtime blossoms, the delicate dances of ballerinas, and t