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| No matter how much the old beech raised up arms against us, we could not help but laugh, even when it boomed and whistled. |
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| Little forests sprang up on the elephant's foot... |
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| The wish bone of the giants. |
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| The dryad drew the parrot into the tree where it stayed, dimly visible from the outside. |
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| Lithe Willendorf Venus. Not stone but tree. |
