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In the thick marsh,
reed mace clusters flowers and fruits. Dewy, most-tall abundant grasslands of this dense glade are inhabited within, marked by herons, egrets, wood storks and ducks. This wondrous world awaits an extraordinary eye. The extraordinary eye can view the enchanted pixies. Tiny delicate creatures, lady locket bursting. Awakening fairies, exquisite and rare. Clandestine, harmonious, and undisturbed by man’s touch.
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