the man walked past the old,withered fig tree. he thought to himself 'why am i here?' and the tree thought to itself ' ' since trees are not conscious of their existence which i think is sad. i would have loved to know what they think about.
the man walked past the old,withered fig tree. he thought to himself 'why am i here?' and the tree thought to itself ' ' since trees are not conscious of their existence which i think is sad. i would have loved to know what they think about.
