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[greensidhe]

sweet, oh so sweet
the cantor
of a spirited morgan
through the deep forest,
the air soaked
in the laughter of fey
and loam-moss whispers

to ride again
is to remember
a smile reserved
for that taste
of harmony,
in balance
with all things

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[flyingshaman]

*exhale*

harmony and balance indeed

oh, to stretch my palms among the mosses...

[greensidhe]

And to show you those feilds!!
I think we should both figure out how to snowshoe.

[flyingshaman]

*beams a delighted pixie smile*
I would adore that!