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The White Willow The soft, green grass gently swayed, as a slow breeze, drifted through the glade. Along the blades, weaving its way more nimble than the wind, and just as fast, darted a shape. Dark, and featureless, it grew and shrank, to a perfect rhythm, connected by an invisible tie, to its master, far above, among the clouds.
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