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The Dancing Trees
I woke up one morning and an eagle knocked me over and I saw leaves falling slowly from swaying trees Their branches guiding the streaming light onto the hidden ground where leaves tumble away...
I woke up one morning
and an eagle knocked me over
and I saw leaves falling slowly from swaying trees
Their branches guiding the streaming light onto
the hidden ground where leaves tumble away...