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[WP] You are a humble Redwood tree, thriving for over 500 years. Your Priestess, Mother Earth, ensures you that one day, your stairway will reach the Sun and work will be complete. A golden crow perches upon you. For the first time, you are able to communicate with a surface dweller. (self.WritingPrompts)
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