Your voice came from somewhere warm.From valleys wreathed with gnarled trees and singing brooks.
Like the blanket of an afternoon's heat, you surround my limbs.
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A Bright Clearing I AM.
There are worn-out circular paths around that bush. I can't help it... venturing off has always been my nature.
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