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She had tried for a year or two to make the hedging bush to recover and live again.
She had worked so hard for it to get better.
Before she knew it, a man fell onto it and broke all the branches.
She stomped, she roared, she got very upset.
What is the message she received?
She will probably never know until she let it finally all go.
Her attachment to the bush is to made her perished.
Until, she wakes up and breathe in the storm of opportunities...


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