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This poem made me smile :) It feels like the tree's gift is its presence. It is all there, in all it is—it allows whoever gazes upon it their own musings about its secret life, and in that it way, it allows itself to be a mirror. Last line is my favorite! "Saying nothing most generously" :)

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