Writing Prompt #5

Here’s something a little different to get you started:

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Sometimes when the wind is high and the trees move in a complex dance, the forest floor breathes.

It heaves and huffs, the undergrowth rolling atop it, and if you listen closely, very closely, there is a moan deep underneath the singing of the branches.

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