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Primeval Forest

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Time had no meaning in the forest of green of the indigenous landscape, so silently still. Feeling the eyes of the chameleons as if I were trespassing on their Shangrila. However, I felt closer to God as the humidity brought out tears of raindrops. Like the oils of Babylon and hanging moss, they gave me humility.  

It was the shadows created by my evolving imagination, that gave me the vibes of a magical forest. It was the unicorns crossing over a rainbow bridge that brought me back to my senses. 

Overhead, through the thickening vines, the sky was patchwork blue with quilted clouds of marshmallow white. Yet like a kaleidoscope as the sun peaked through.  



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