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Enchantment for few

The earth holds countless havens
where solace may be found, by a tender heart.

The last flame flickers and dies
The camp is asleep, except for one
He alone appreciates the delicate sounds and visions
brought before him by the forest at twilight

Fireflies dance in the cool air to the sound of the crickets' serenade.
A gentle smile forms on the watcher's lips.
But the owl's cries fade away and the night's creatures hide
before the rising mist as dawn comes...

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