Hi Folks,
	A little Tran-esque Beginnings post. Not up to his standard of course,
but I hope you enjoy.

	Mike Andrews.

	"It was lonely now. All his proud siblings, the great trees, had given
up and been devoured. Even his cousins the, grasses and ferns which used
to live in the shade of his mighty branches, had succumbed one by one.
All that was left were algae and lichens on the bare rock. And they did
not make good conversation.
	"And now it seemed it was his turn. The sunlight which had been so
bright and nourishing but moments before had grown wan and dim. A
darkness had descended over him, sapping his strength, making his
branches weep under it's weight, pressing him almost to breaking point.
	"But wait! Was that a breeze he felt? Possibly a lessening of the great
strain, a brightening ..."

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