As the seasons changed to winter, things grew cold and dark. Biting winds from all directions stung at Acorn’s outer surface, yet inside he maintained his hope. He recalled the promises of Father Tree, and he grew to trust what he had been told, simply because he trusted Father Tree. Acorn had spent enough time up there, connected to that branch, that he just knew he would be fine. Promise after promise flooded his mind and seeped into his spirit until his confidence overpowered his fears, and his faith outlasted his doubts. Lying there on the ground with limitless questions never once threatened his beliefs! He knew that he knew! He trusted, simply trusted!
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