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Green, green leaves like the extant tips of family trees. Being called as they're seen.
1 6 Fangs: & I can't recall a goddamn thing. Are all the days the same?
Shape of trees with a calm, constant quivering. Doing just as they please.
Animals, wild enough to set me shivering. Eyes on me natch-ruh-lee.
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