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Nature
The king drew his sword as the grass bowed in quiet reverence. I watched with anticipation. Why do you only show yourself when I'm not looking? I closed my eyes and sighed. The forest slipped its arms into its golden robe and laughed. I reached out and felt the crooked sign which was still covered in moss. Thank you.
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