The treetops glisten; teardrops roll along the soft fern like beads of crystals. The wind is whistling through the twisted branches and the sun's seeping rays catch through the sharp needles of the pines. The gentle rustle of leaves brushes through the forest. A crisp white blanket of delicate snowflakes cover the treetops. I'm still dreaming of that place of stars and treetops. I'll get to it someday.

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