Wonder—brother trees do—whence came the breeze between leaves. Perhaps pollen fallen is sent from an agnate arbor-mate as an afternoon adieu in lieu of a morning-ado of dew. Not-so-golden neighbour winds down day by wearing water’s waves as a whispered wish to jolter-headed leaded treading away. Masterful is the height of might who hears without off-letting jeers and whose satisdiction is its silence whilst both chords and accords instrument a piece around peace. : )

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