Who are you?
If you were to say that those early years were both difficult and formative, my friend, you would be known as both a possessor and master of the gift of understatement. How many times did the young Galom wish not to have been born at all? Or, more often, to have been born tied to a different tree? Perhaps one that did not bear fruit. One that did not get so much attention from the outside world. Indeed, as he saw it, the tree had dictated much of his early experience. Though he now had strayed far from the tree, and had been taken by blindfold away from it, he now set his mind to destroying it. He had thought he heard a river flowing behind him as he was escorted away. He bought a canoe. He took the little bit of rope he had saved between his teeth. He set out for two days of initial reconnaissance.
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