Zephyrs
Those rogue river banks where lions walk, where white wolves howl in trees right beneath the moonlight and birds of color soar the emerald green streams to catch glittering fish or surf on floating branches, where waters trickle wet whispers on red wood and silver rocks touching mountain clouds...





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