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My olive groves, once a testament to centuries of resilience and life, have been reduced to ashes. These trees, some over 400 years old, stood as silent witnesses to generations of history, their gnarled trunks carrying the weight of time. Now, where there was once lush greenery and the silver shimmer of olive leaves in the wind, there is only charred earth and the haunting scent of loss. It is not just the land that burned, but a legacy—a story of patience, care, and tradition—lost to the flames in mere moments.
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