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Green cover holds me. Oak Tree stands guard behind me. Sun warms me. Stream sings me to sleep. Sleep meets with Dream...
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Her eyes were green. No, not just green. Emeralds, yet infinitely more precious. Like the sea, though far more deep a...
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Green. Indubitably so. A vast expanse if it, spreading out to the horizon. Different shades breaking it up into secti...
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