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"This may be my last journal entry. I realize that I am the last human being alive. As my weary eyes look yon to far horizons... I can see a tree... a beautiful tree.
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But something is terribly wrong, and so with every ounce of strength I can muster, I cry out to the tree...
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... "Hey tree, how hast thou come to be upside down?"
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