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Mar 02, 2011 · A woodcutter brushed past Amrita, toward her own special tree. "No! No! Please don't!" she cried, tears springing to her eyes. "Please don't cut down my tree." The woodcutter advanced. Amrita stepped in front of him, blocking his path. Her voice shook as she spoke: "I will not let anyone harm my tree." The woodcutter laughed out loud. ................
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