Skipping through the dusky woods, the gently shifting shadows come alive and chase me. They reach their dropping arms and fill my ears with wails. Glancing back, their beauty is too breathtaking to be real. My heart stops and my nostrils come alive with a warm, musty scent as I enter their embrace.
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--Mark Twain
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