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up the hill,
and off the trail,
high up to the right,
a meadow clearing opens,
beyond the conifer of trees.
a patch of no great distance,
forty feet around,
this is where you find them,
the wild fern is found.
the slightest breeze..
a gentle wind..
they begin to sway,
highlighted by the sun.
no sound they make,
nor thrash about..
gently..gently swaying.....
highlighted by the sun.
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where the wild fern grows
where the wild fern grows
