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Vassalboro, Maine
In the middle of Mill stream, just below what we call "Firehouse Falls," stands this persistent, once tiny, tree. For five years now, we have watched: slabs of winter ice, high waters of spring, trunks of ancient elders crashing by; yet, she stands, unbelievably, on a most unlikely island woven by her ancestors. She draws strength from history's grace and gifts. Once again, she wears the glittering shawl of this pristine holiday season.
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