DANCE OF THE ACORNS ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ when the moon replaces the sun, the acorns shed their caps, tiny helmets left on the mossy ground. they dream of roots and branches, of reaching, ever-reaching, toward the infinite. they hurl themselves, unburdened, into the inky expanse of the night sky, joining the silent, shimmering waltz of a million distant suns, reflecting starlight in their polished skins.
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