759
in treetops
the
reaching
sky
touch
the
highest of the song
plain
air
and
wings have this spirit
weather
catches
stars
come close
dissolve
as mist
how
cloud was
this
is the place
someone
came to the end of the twig
never
looked up or out or down
and
walked back home from here
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