I have once imagined being a pair of snow goggles and trying to picture floating along the wind as a seed then growing into a tall tree. then being chopped down and created to a work of art and a piece of essential equipment for hunting and surviving the harsh climate of the arctic. after that laying dormant before being collected by a man from the Smithsonian museum. after that just sitting on some shelf in the basement for hundreds of years. the almost returning home in Alaska.
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