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Mythic Rockscapes
The last thing I remember,
I was running and couldn't stop.
The birds flew up all around me.
I loved the way everything smelled.
I rolled on a dead seal.

It's good here. I still feel
the sand under my paws.
You always carried me home
when I got tired. Now,
I can stay here forever.
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