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  Lost in a maze of trees, alone, forgotten I stumbled upon a house, covered in the bowels of darkness, A place familiar to a bird who is perched on a white oak. Tiptoeing, branches swaying in wind
Once upon a time...there were three bears. Yeah, I bet you think you know where I'm headed with this story. I can assure you, it's not what you think.
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