When "C L U M Z Y I K U R Z F" danced at midnight amongst the driftwood, an ecstatic symphony of splintered dreams and forgotten hickories surged through the canopy. Keys jangling in an unseen pocket, the breeze whispered melodies only roots understood.
Sudden echo of a "B L O S S I M T A W N" — air polished with the bark's secret laughter. Energetic sap-tides, frenetic in their growth, twisting towards the moon, asking cosmic riddles, forever encrypted in the heart of wandering willows.
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