Weaving a story around (try?)
Infinite, Dreams, Laughter, Majesty, Age, Persistence, Passion, Poem, Winning, Fall
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Majestic and tall stood he in the winds gushing the northeast mile. The sun shines everyday atop his head in a forest of pine.
In the infinite dreams of his, he had embraced the consequences he was going to face. A soul full of passion no matter the age. Being still through all the seasons across, he won each time with poems of lumberjacks and their ways. He was persistent in his mindful abyss, as it breaks with a fall over the grassy floor. They cut him and chopped pieces his. It was then when it concluded that the lumberjacks had the last laugh as they warmed themselves over his wooden, ash-y remains lit.
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