i. One minute was giving birth to another as the leaf’s green was giving birth to more green. Very bright. ii.I know where the thought of it comes from. I found its fountainhead. Springing is the water. Neither rocks, nor soil, nor earth are stopping it. It is welling. iii.Our experience was now literature. Lush meadow, mauve mountain. ✱✱✱
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