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World and New Zealand history woven in to the story of a 2000-year-old tree in Opotiki.

Silent night.

Deep in a lonely forest, the wind moans softly. Tall trees creak. Leaves rustle. Eerie clouds soar across the stars. Wide eyes blink from high in the gloom. They watch…and wait. Ghostly-green moths flutter, and a gecko darts. Kiwi shuffle among shadowy ferns.

The leaves of a small puriri tremble in the darkness – perhaps from the stirrings of a new dawn.

Mist rises above the bush, and drifts into a long white cloud…