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Allie.
Way back in the days when the grass was still green and the pond was still wet and the clouds were still clean and the song of the Swomee-Swans rang out in space... one morning, I came to this glorious place. And I first saw the trees! The Truffula Trees! The bright-colored tufts of the Truffula Trees! Mile after mile in the fresh morning breeze.
snakes in here, Amy
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