go where wide oak leaves fallfurther than crows doth callfurther still behind the wallwhere shadows are so very small you’ll reach a darkened little covedeep inside an ancient groverichly scented—cinnamon and clovewhere moonlight threads are tightly wove ignore raven’s sharp cry of nevermoreand search forest’s littered floor where muted colors dance galoreuntil you find nature’s hidden […]

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