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Submitted to Contest #118
It was the trees. Always the trees. There's something about sitting in their branches and feeling the breeze caress your cheek and lift your hair away from your face while the leaves whisper their secret language that you can almost understand. I grew up in nature and I always felt a kinship with it. The sun and moon, the deep thickets and open pastures, the crickets and frogs. As a child I believed that when I asked for a breeze on a hot summer day, the trees would oblige, and I'd thank them with a gentle pat or a glass of water when a ...
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