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Fey Leaf Cloaks Parade Through Forest

Fey leaf cloaks are being created by faerie artisans in the midst of the veil Maple tree is smiling, recognizing many of the offerings from his own limbs Sycamore takes credit for a few, as does elm, but fir tree is silent Thinking his offerings are not good enough, is something wrong with him? It is not you, he is reassured by robin, you are my salvation in the winter. The other trees offer me no coverage whatsoever, I count on you. This cheers him up considerably, as he watches the witches’ movements. They parade through the forest in their ethereal finery of tangerines and browns

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