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Peace whispers through branches; dies down without accumulating waves of sound. Unregulated harmony pulses erratically, crests fleetingly; beats under eardrums threshold. Rumors perceive living waves of sound regenerating; refusing taming agents of civilization. Unshaped by man’s agendas. Vibrating concurrently, reborn continually, peace whispers through branches.
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