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Calm
Something magical
About to happen
I find myself
Between the layers
A blanket of cloud
Shrouding the valley
A blanket of cloud
Light on the hill
I fill my lungs
With clear air
And make a wish.
Thee roe deer
Emerge
On the very edge of the mist
As if they had always been there
Like the start a fairy tale
They always were.

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