WOODLAND PATHS 



shining through the gray mist of birch 

 twigs, kissed Daphne rapturously. 



She was so sweet that I did not blame 

 him. As for Bose, he actually came up 

 and licked the blushing twigs, then in 

 sudden confusion at being caught in such 

 sentimental actions, tore off on the make- 

 believe trail of more visions, leaving me 

 to rescue his gamboling goblins and put 

 them back into their native water. 



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