I knew it was small and puny, laying below my window. I would look at it sometimes, it was growing too slowly. However, two years ago, as I was looking briefly out my window, I bumped into its green branches. When did you rise so high? It was my dream, he whispered, shivering two of its branches towards me. I heard you crying last night, and I cried as well. Yes, it indeed rained. Linden trees do …
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