Swirls of green, it is in your breezes that I would walk, hearing the hoots of owls echoed through the cypress and oaks clinging to the banks curving along side the river snaking its way through sandy soils. oh, yes, swirls of green dancing in the gentle breezes, reflecting shimmering streaks of silver and shadows against the shallow sandbars, bands of color embracing me in the rhapsody of light and sounds and smells, it is in your breezes that I wander across creation, finding the forgotten me wherever I go.
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