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Why won't you come to me, life so near, animal whose name fits my mouth? I walk among trees like a tower inhabited by someone small. The hand is ordered to touch a branch and report back immediately. Go to sleep, small angry person. Beyond the brain's noise other voices begin. The sound of the peepers is repeating, Louder now - a sound so constant recognizing it at last opens the forest in layers.

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