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They laid me to rest in verdant climes.

The Forest Lady was lush in Summer.

At Summer's end, her hair blazed with Fall

Palettes. Of a winter, her ice-covered arms

Glimmered overhead while her silent

White carpets rolled to frozen cathedrals.
Written by
Perry Reis
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