The Forest
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Rebecca Navarre
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In the mornings meadows breeze, as
the forest drops her leaves. And the
sunlight paints, its canvas with such
ease. The heart stirs, and the child
within is set free. To play, to laugh,
to live, to dream. And to just, be.
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