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As a child, I often had a dream about going through the forest to the river, far down the path, where the shallow water is, to lie on my back next to the creek in the cool morning sand, to put my feet in the water, to make water sway and envelop my ankles. The forest that woke up high above the cliff was filled with trills, and the rays of the morning sun pleasantly shimmering on my face through the foliage with orange shadows.

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