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walking in a wood, not alone

with a friend.  the man is a

sonorous soul, he brings songs

wherever he goes.  is he a saint, do

his clothes drag on the ground?  the snow is

weak, it melts at the sun’s slightest touch.  a purple ray

strikes the ground, a

blue bird emerges.  the friend touches

a branch and

chicks scream.  they want their

mother.  where is the friend’s