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| Interested participant | Branches entangle over my head, Beneath my feet lay Broken terrain with scattered turf. Seemingly infinite trees encircle me, Pulchritude from the muted Greens and golds. Desperate rays of the fall sun Fight to peek their way through The holes of the canopy of leaves. In lieu of controversy I found silence in the wind. All that I was certain to adore. But of everything I wanted It had nothing in between. |
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