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The sillage of the leaves, after the stiver of rain...

Latibule woods

The sillage of the leaves

The sillage of the leaves, after the stiver of rain

The sillage of the leaves, after the stiver of rain, the stars peek through the woods

The sillage of the leaves, after the stiver of rain, the stars peek through the woods, as the riant crickets

The sillage of the leaves, after the stiver of rain, the stars peek through the woods, as the riant crickets chirp and the insects buzz

The sillage of the leaves, after the stiver of rain, the stars peek through the woods, as the riant crickets chirp and the insects buzz, the crisp and thin air

The sillage of the leaves, after the stiver of rain, the stars peek through the woods, as the riant crickets chirp and the insects buzz, the crisp and thin air hovers above

The sillage of the leaves, after the stiver of rain, the stars peek through the woods, as the riant crickets chirp and the insects buzz, the crisp and thin air hovers above.

The alamort birds fly

The alamort birds fly back to their nests

The alamort birds fly back to their nests, as the snakes slither

The alamort birds fly back to their nests, as the snakes slither, coiling the scales

The alamort birds fly back to their nests, as the snakes slither, coiling the scales, the moira of the butterflies

The alamort birds fly back to their nests, as the snakes slither, coiling the scales, the moira of the butterflies fades into shadows

The alamort birds fly back to their nests, as the snakes slither, coiling the scales, the moira of the butterflies fades into shadows, the moss blankets the mountains

The alamort birds fly back to their nests, as the snakes slither, coiling the scales, the moira of the butterflies fades into shadows, the moss blankets the mountains over

The alamort birds fly back to their nests, as the snakes slither, coiling the scales, the moira of the butterflies fades into shadows, the moss blankets the mountains over the valleys deep

The trees effleurage the wild flowers

The trees effleurage the wild flowers, as the wilted weeds

The trees effleurage the wild flowers, as the wilted weeds creep around the mossy ground

The trees effleurage the wild flowers, as the wilted weeds creep around the mossy ground, the irenic birds

The trees effleurage the wild flowers, as the wilted weeds creep around the mossy ground, the irenic birds fly around the caelum

The trees effleurage the wild flowers, as the wilted weeds creep around the mossy ground, the irenic birds fly around the caelum in the early hours

The trees effleurage the wild flowers, as the wilted weeds creep around the mossy ground, the irenic birds fly around the caelum in the early hours of

The trees effleurage the wild flowers, as the wilted weeds creep around the mossy ground, the irenic birds fly around the caelum in the early hours of evening serinity

The trees effleurage the wild flowers, as the wilted weeds creep around the mossy ground, the irenic birds fly around the caelum in the early hours of evening serinity,

There is always a place

There is always a place to hide

There is always a place to hide in the

There is always a place to hide in the latibule woods

There is always a place to hide in the latibule woods.

Thank you... @fantastic06

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