I walk through the trees with that soft, wild grace: boots in the dust, dress in the light, I move a…
I walk through the trees with that soft, wild grace: boots in the dust, dress in the light, I move as if the forest already knows my name.
I walk through the trees with that soft, wild grace: boots in the dust, dress in the light, I move as if the forest already knows my name.
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