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Whispering pine bows caught in the slightest breeze shift gently, from right to left with a mild up and down action dry needles float effortlessly to settle on the forest floor giving new depth to the thick carpet. Three red ants march single file scouting for food and fodder strong enough to repair the mound. With a flick of the antennae the lead insect turns towards a new scent; each ant uses its mandibles to gather whispering pine needles gently carpeting the forest floor.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
whispering pines
Whispering pine bows caught in the slightest breeze shift gently, from right to left with a mild up and down action dry needles float effortlessly to settle on the forest floor giving new depth to the thick carpet. Three red ants march single file scouting for food and fodder strong enough to repair the mound. With a flick of the antennae the lead insect turns towards a new scent; each ant uses its mandibles to gather whispering pine needles gently carpeting the forest floor.
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Apr 16, 2015
Apr 16, 2015 at 10:54 AM UTC
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