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Anankah
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3/6/2018 4:08:38 PM
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Tree.
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I sit beneath it's massive boughs.
The dappled sunlight by my feet.
Gentle breezes touch my cheek and scents of summer soft and sweet.
Rustling leaf sound fills my head.
Communication wild and free.
Between us flows a silent love.
That old beech tree and me.
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