I want to be an olive tree, ancient and strong, welcoming my annual pruning of wayward branches that do not serve my growth and in particular cutting down the masculine ones that nakedly and brazenly reach for the sky. How wonderful it is that my loved ones know exactly what is good for me, I can simply stand, majestically rooted, and put all my energies into the feminine, low hanging branches, so that as a welcome favour in return, my heavy laden skirt, drips nectar filled olives for an easy harvest.
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