the crooked but beautifully made trees rustle softly ,,I sigh as I rise from my chair and I walk out to the grand but faded well…. stupid,unreliable humans.Dont they know any proper respect for such a sacred place, I hear a sound, my eyes crackle with thunder as I slowly walk over,my billowing ethereal hair washing out beside me as I say with realisation,this must be a gift for me’‘ is this the one the village brings this year to me?,a little on the lean side but overall not to shabby’*
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