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Our world is a flower in the lush forest, we yearn for more to feel and see. He held his hand out to me, said “Let’s venture, follow my lead.” We voyage, with I, undoubting his expertise. Climbing through steep cliffs, Avoiding the scrutinizing glare above. At night, making way to who knows where. Finally, said he, “Lay eyes upon the horizon, What beauty it holds. A sight so many have forgotten, As they stay within set bounds.” Inundated by the wind’s whispers, Of a land far into the further, He flies away with excitement and glee. But, here I am, a caterpillar lost in the leaves.
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