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Sunlit peaks glisten,
arising from the brown plains,
aloof, humbling.
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Glenn Brown
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The Dryads are Calling
They say the forest by Phoenix River sings. Perhaps it is just the wind howling through the leaves, or a particular birdsong. But Percy Fisher knows better; he knows what lies in those woods, and he knows that the forest sings of his demise.
By Leigh Hooperabout 12 hours ago in Fiction
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