Characters: OLD MAN and CHILD
SETTING: A desolate, grey landscape. A single green sapling is in a pot.
CHILD: Is it real?
OLD MAN: It’s as real as the air you’re breathing.
CHILD: Why is it hiding in a pot?
OLD MAN: Because the earth forgot how to hold its hand.
CHILD: (Touches a leaf) It’s cold.
OLD MAN: That’s life, kid. Everything else is just warm metal.
[END]
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