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Through Oak trees, past a snag. Some acorns' cupules are still clinging, about to be pushed aside by new leaves.
I climbed up past this arching branch.
Over my shoulder, Mt. Hood was basking in the sun.
We were all basking, actually.
I get down in the meadow.
I found this jewel, smaller than a penny.
I climbed up past this arching branch.
Over my shoulder, Mt. Hood was basking in the sun.
We were all basking, actually.
I get down in the meadow.
I found this jewel, smaller than a penny.









