would you rather be an umbrella that sleeps for 100 years and then wakes up, grows an eyeball, floats around and vigorously opens and closes to shock the people of your village, only to return to a peaceful sleep
or would you rather be the oldest olive tree in existence, with a quiet fondness for all of the memories of those who have lived, loved, and lost within your vicinity from old italy to now?
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