You wander ... alone at springtime in the forests. And they ... come to you, as if curious - with their strangely unfamiliar calls, and suddenly you are not alone ... They claim your attention and ... your wonder. It is ... their right this time of year, and your duty to observe, to accept your privilege, to protect the memory of this day in your heart, and to give ... in whatever way you can ... an eternal hope for stewardship ... for now and 'evermore ...
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