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1008 B
Standard ML
16 lines
1008 B
Standard ML
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I once came upon a tree. Not a very grand tree, but a tree all
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the same. I said to myself, now that is a tree. I looked up, pondering this
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tree that had so caught my eye, and I said to myself, this tree was made for
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climbing. Without thinking, I hastily caught the first limb and hoisted myself
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up. Standing there and looking down, I felt good. But when I looked up to
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search for my next move, I was amazed at this tree's vast maze of branches.
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They extended forever, it seemed, in all directions. I started my journey,
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picking the path that would lead me to the top. With each decision, I chose the
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way that would let me reach the pinacle. And as I quested fiercely for this
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goal, I began to notice other parts of the tree, maybe not as high as my goal,
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but just as pretty, and sometimes more peaceful and I came to realize that the
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furthur I climbed, my choices became less and less, and in the end, I would have
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no choices at all, but to climb where I must climb. On I went.
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