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I love the earth,

The trees,

The plants,

The life.

I love the earth,

The way the bugs buzz

The way the birds chirp,

The way the frogs croak.

I love the earth,

Willow's Well is a well that is said to grant wishes-at least, that's what the locals say. You can only make one wish though, and it's likely it'll never come true, for the Well is said to only ever grant a worthy wish.

Words drift by me, leading up to the great night sky. I watch them, all spiraling from an open book. The book has a sort of magic coming from it, an essence. I walk toward the book and hold out my hand above it. In my palm appears a word.