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Elm is hanging out in a park, in a more secluded area of trees-some of them burned or re growing, this area was subject to a fire a while back and is still recovering. He's leaning against a tree, listening to music and relaxing.
Hazel wandered past Elm, not noticing him. A trail of flowers and grass followed him as he walked up to a burnt tree and hugged it. It immediately began to flourish with leaves and moss, some of the branches growing small, pink flowers. He seemed quite proud of himself, grinning up at the tree.
"Perfect! Now...152 to go!"