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As I walk, the most beautiful girls play their music. Their elegant, slender trunks sway to the notes. A butterfly brushes my ear, its small, fragile wings flapping ever so graceful as it dances around me. "Those are the tree girls, even though they may be beautiful, they are quite dangerous," Dyten warns. I nod, but still want to know more. -H.H.
Nature never repeats herself, and the possibilities of one human soul will never be found in another.