The further away for nearer the tree, lay sight, bound all roads leading to where be our knowing the tree. My occupation for our very existence; provide the would have worries, a supplant the innermost ravined, speculation lie those a dormant distance travelled. The lead ceding air of retention, rose dearly, through a filter of misty daylight, them ailing steep to a precarious loot they crave, to follow through would be nearer another incline to see a distant tree outline, the various shadows and natures a imprint, for recovery map the needle of location. Debunk a lesser travelled time, the granular burn of space, trace you a follow to mind them a latter embankment, drawing to a step, fared by omitting one, a follow through the space in timing out falling in earshot, a fathom deep, the hauling mileage.

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