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The sun was shining brightly overhead as we walked along the winding road that led to the old farmhouse. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming wildflowers and the warm sound of birds singing their morning songs. We had been walking for hours, but the scenery kept changing so rapidly that it seemed like only minutes since we left behind the bustling city streets. As we rounded a bend in the road, a small clearing came into view, surrounded by tall trees that cast dappled shadows on the ground below. In the center of the clearing stood an old oak tree, its gnarled branches stretching up towards the sky like withered fingers.