A tiny worm may pierce the heart of a young tree, and the bark
may hide the secret gash. But as the days go on the rain will
cut one fiber and the heat another, and when years have passed,
some time when a soft zephyr goes sighing through the forest,
the great tree will come crashing down. For at last nature will
hunt out every hidden weakness.--NEWELL DWIGHT HILLIS.
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