Waying Quotes
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Enormous and solid but swaying, beaten by the wind but chained, murmur of a million leaves against my window. Riot of trees, surge of dark green sounds. The grove, suddenly still, is a web of fronds and branches (Waying Quotes)
When you see the trees swaying to the tune of a gentle breeze... think of it as a dance in your honor (Waying Quotes)