A Story of Air
Air was soft that day, flowing through the birch leaves with the utmost gentleness. She didn’t want to disturb, she just wanted to experience with her friends the trees. She flowed in and out of the fox and then dipped into the brook, dancing and tumbling with the rocks and water until she infiltrated the flow and went into the fish. She was fed by the …
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