ㅤㅤㅤWhat can I do? I can only breathe in
ㅤㅤㅤdeeply. I can only bellow in a church that
ㅤㅤㅤis deep inside of myself. I can only blast a ㅤ
ㅤㅤㅤshell-shaped horn that would shake down
ㅤㅤㅤthe oldest buildings. I can only leap for joy
ㅤㅤㅤin my sacred inner caves and ring out the
ㅤㅤㅤmessage: I am alive. I woke up again. I
ㅤㅤㅤmight as well be sprouting leaves, I might
ㅤㅤㅤas well be covered in little clams.

ㅤ— Little Weirds, Jenny Slate

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白桦树。/ silver birch

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