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The dark green leaves swaying above us, as the wind softly blows.
The water ripples, making soft lapping sounds at the shore.
The geese puff up their feathers, squawking and flapping wildly.
In my sleep I feel a cold draft that much reminds me of the words you ended a world with
A world full of many
Many beliefs, loves, words, and growth
Growth between two minds in limbo