Treelines
i only can talk in whispers walking wilderness lands immense moss-covered trees hide tall and hush behind thick mysteries of green hair weaving random roads inside a bird's nest dancing like insects in a shaft of sun a dot of time-space circles, crosses back a geography remembered by ancestors places for dreams emerging from reality rocky trails rise to the regions unvisited lichen patches glowing orange over granite where the forest fades to a final range of light spreading silent snow-etched mountain peaks the atmosphere thins toward outer space approaching blue black and brilliance bearing smiles and happy laughter sharing a sky of radiance
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