Ah watching the trees bowes swayze and swish hearing the birds chirp like any nightingale the wind hound like any wolves in a pack standing by the seashore looking foder than my eyes as vere drivin watching the fises plik and plock the waves swayzes and wined it was just the beauty of an eye it wasn't a fairy or a tail it was like looking through any Looking Glass it was the beauty of the greater outside world.


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