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that thing

As i sit under the oak tree i see it. That thing. I always do. How to describe it… how to describe it . No words can describe what i see. Nothing can, and it does the same thing every time, come watch me, take one leaf. Each time it does this i feel all the more stronger. How? What is it doing to me? I dont know what to think, i cant think – im so tired….......

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