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Rock's growth

This way through a hill's middle bounds us both sides with rising rock. Quick memory etches a wet stream fall, quietly troubling the grey, green shoots sliver alivedefy granite will - breathing slow tendrils, uprooting stone into bush and tree. Hidden snarls burrow silent ambush, weaving distance. The green strength of hilltop wood sends its prophets through the stone.

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