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Mighty oaks and graceful birches mingled with verdant lime and willow. A thrush sang sweetly as he sought his mate. Lush ferns grew beneath the trees; shelter for many a small creature.
Dappled sunlight pierced the leafy canopy, scattering shafts of golden light.
Small fish darted in the clear stream, snatching at midges hovering above the water’s surface.
Aragorn sighed blissfully as he cast himself down upon a mossy bank. He drank deeply from the stream, easing his aching feet in the cool water. The woodland was a peaceful haven, offering respite from the summer heat to the weary Ranger.
He maketh me to lie down in green pastures: he leadeth me beside the still waters. Psalm 23.2