As the sun started to creep down to the mountains, a beautiful array of orange and red light shot out of the blazing ball of flame, replacing the warm yellow sunlight. Staring at that beautiful scenery was the old gnarled oak tree, awaiting its eventual collapse. The oak tree seemed to be jealous of the sun’s beauty, with its many branches spread out, as though wanting to block out all sunlight. Its old decomposing bark seemed like they might fall out at any moment as the sun crept away, leaving the world in the temporally darkness of night, only to reappear at dawn.
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