I sat beneath the sprawling branches of the great oak tree, its thick roots stretching out like ancient veins beneath the earth. A folder, worn from use, served as a makeshift desk, and I absentmindedly tapped my pencil against the surface of the paper before me. My mind was a storm of thoughts, swirling and crashing like a raging river, making it nearly impossible to focus. As I stared at the homework in front of me, the words blurred and danced, my frustration growing
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