All over the forest the trees are getting dressed, tentatively, a few leaves at a time, like a slow striptease in reverse. The Great Huntley Oak has stood right here for hundreds of years, its gnarled old trunk now a mass of folds, hollows and crevices, homes to a multitude of woodland creatures, it's boughs still reaching for the sky. Even though this ancient oak is old, wizened and worldly, the young leaves unfurling all over it's boughs and branches are tender and delicate, as for a short period each year these venerable trees are flushed with youth. As throughout the forest the green world returns.
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