: The trees upon which stood around it were bedecked with fire, the branches of their branches swaying with the breezes. The flamingo, midway through its questing around the world for new leaves, paused upon the sight of the world that would be nearby for so little longer – a world filled with bright splashes, a world touched to it by few leaves which had drifted and landed near it, rushed confetti of the tropics.

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