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the skies still dark,
a touch of rain,
silencing the woods.
the sweetest smell..
of dampened leaves,
as they turn to earth.
the day begins..
a sky of gray,
a milky haze...
the breeze is wet and chilling.
the smallest of the creatures,
begin their daily forage,
looking for some food.
and as I sit..
among the trees,
my spirit is renewed.
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a morning in the woods
a morning in the woods
