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There was a period of time, a while back now, when I found and lived by these lines:
No two trees are the same to Raven.
No two branches are the same to Wren.
If what a tree or a bush does is lost on you,
You are surely lost. Stand still. The forest knows
Where you are. You must let it find you.
I never knew who had written them. Now I do.
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