She stood in the clearing of a wooded glen and marveled at bush rock vine tree flower fen. Such colors did greet her as she'd never seen and shadows did dance there about in between the big soaring redwoods the small tiny sprouts and leap did her heart-beat and silently shout. She'd found it her homestead her small verdant vale and all of the others before it did pale and all of her wanderings then there bore fruit for her old worries were suddenly moot. With a few blows she quick secured her tent then to the task of a fire she bent safe in the confines of her blessed home far from the worries and burdens she'd known.
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