ash tree b.

I make all the wrong and stupid decisions in life. Maybe I will continue to do so. But like an ash tree, I change colors with time. I blend with the season and I survive for yet another year.

Here are the testaments to my triumphs and tribulations. May each of my hard-earned (and hardly learned) lessons guide you in doing what I never did on my first try. Thus, save you all the trouble of lamenting in a poorly predicated, but nice to look at, online journal.

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