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The world looks strange
And twisted around
And backwards
The clouds glow orange
From sunlight
At their edge
Bounding off the cedars in the valley and the fen
Another set of arms to hold you
Would be nice right now
But my form is limited
Pinned right to the ground
An endless sea of trees
For daybreak to breach
And call to
An eerie song
From bugling elk
Rides the breeze
The hills they sigh, finally finding peace
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