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Ancient Oak— A Celtic person whose presentation is directly influenced/impacted by their culture.
Ancient Oak first coined by trinket-basket. [link]

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Ancient Oak Alternate Flag
Ancient Oak— A Celtic person whose presentation is directly influenced/impacted by their culture.
Ancient Oak first coined by trinket-basket. [link]
as a tiny adult, my plan is to follow the growth pattern of ancient oaks.
oaks which live a really long time tend to spend a longer period as a sapling sized tree - thirty years or more.
so in three hundred years all you tall fuckers will be dust and I'll still be out here - completely hollow but living my best life
The oldest oak I’ve ever seen in person, this is called the Big Belly Oak. It’s in a forest in Wiltshire, U. K., and it is thought to be 1100 years old. Its branches are so huge that it had to be reinforced to keep the weight of them from tearing its trunk apart.
Robin Hood’s Oak Sherwood Forest, England 1908
The Major Oak in December 2006 The Major Oak is a large English oak (Quercus robur) near the village of Edwinstowe in the midst of Sherwood Forest, Nottinghamshire, England. According to local folklore, it was Robin Hood's shelter where he and his merry men slept. It weighs an estimated 23 tons, has a girth of 33 feet (10 metres), a canopy of 92 feet (28 metres), and is about 800–1000 years old. In a 2002 survey, it was voted "Britain's favourite tree". In 2014 it was voted 'England's Tree of the Year' by a public poll by the Woodland Trust.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Major_Oak
Wistmans Wood, Devon
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Beneath the haunted, blood-tinged dusk, I emerged from earthen bed, And watched as flags of countless kings were trampled, torn, shredded. They built their towers, cursed the skies, forged empires of hollow lore, Then fell like blackened leaves to feed the roots of ancient yore. The emperors knelt to kiss my bark, then turned their swords on kin; Their prayers dissolved to smoke and dust, as fate…
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