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By Kylie Miller
A gentle breeze flows
The branches rustle slowly
Then silence resumes
The branches rustle slowly
Then silence resumes
A great river flows
To become a gentle pond
Then I rush once more
I am a hunter
We are mysterious folk
I own my forest
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