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#art #graffiti #yinyang #fortune #destiny #time #patience
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Mind-Bending Paintings By Canadian Artist Rob Gonsalves
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Nychos | Dissection Of An Astronaut
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Coached my team to the chip🏆🏀 15-0 #proud #mostofthemarefam😂 #toonice
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•¥ The Giving Tree With a Twist ¥•
The Giving Tree gave and gave until his leaves fell. He said " they'll grow back". Then he kept giving and giving till his apples all fell and spoiled, He said "I can grow more". He continued to give until he was nothing but a stump and had nothing so show in return for his giving. His leaves didn't blossom, his apples didn't grow back, and then he finally said "No More, it's time for the Giving Tree to stop giving." This was a big moment of realization for the Giving Tree, he had finally opened his eyes and realized not everyone will appreciate your giving. After his epiphany he said "No one will appreciate me giving? Well Then, I think it's time....to take." And the Giving Tree gathered his fallen leaves, his spoiled apples, his withered tree trunk but it in a sack and carried it everywhere he went so he we would never be that way again...he'd never go back. So he picked up the same "Ax" that cut him down, and started to make others his stumps. He realized people aren't just going to be nice because you are, people aren't going to give their all just because you are. He finished walking into the forest with more trees than the eyes can see saying "If people won't appreciate my giving, if people can't accept my all. Why should it be my leaves that fall? why should it be my apples that spoil and bruise? No more, it's time to do some taking of my own" So ends the story of the poor naive giving tree and so begins the story of a scarred soul with no love in his heart, no remorse in his mind, and no expression in his eyes. Just a figure of nothing but regret, anger, and pure illuminatic understandment
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