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The trees wave as I walk the narrow path. Branches reach to gently touch my head, woody fingers trail through my hair. I look up. The trees wave. I walk on. Roots curl into my path, brushing my toes, exposing the flowery treasures hidden on them I bend and touch one; the orchid shivers in the dappled sunlight. Where is the lake? I ask. The trees point. I follow them. The lake is blue as the sky, clouds floating on its pristine surface. I jump! The trees clap as I surface, soaking wet. They laugh as I spit out lakewater. The sun is low. I wring out my dress and walk back the path I have come, bare feet sticky with brown mud. I gasp. Where is the path? It vanished like the mist at noon. The trees rub my back. Never fear, they whisper. We will show you the way. I follow them. They wave at me to hurry, hurry, it is dark in the field and will soon be night. I run after them. The field is wide, rippling with tall golden grasses. I breathe, joy in my chest. Thank you. You are always welcome. I wave as I run to the dark little house on the hill, in the vast golden field. I turn and wave one last time at the trees. The trees wave back. Come again soon, they sing. Waving. --KatG
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