druidism

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Disoriented in a deep forestnoticing a strange looking treewhose dry bark was greatly gnarled,camouflaged well within its trunkthrough its knots it appeared like an old man with a long beard of white
I knew there was something truly magical about the trees.  My little sister, nature's mortal fae,  taught me how to speak to the trees.  It was the most amazing phenomenon 
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