Swamp Tree

I dreamt of a swamp tree. I dreamt . . . of a swamp . . . tree. I could not discern where the ground ended and the mossy swamp tree began. Tendrils of fog slept . . . undisturbed. Tendrils of fog slept undisturbed just above the mire. Everything was so silent and still, beside the occasional chittering drone of insect wings wandering into earshot. Visibility was low . . . beneath the canopy. All the trees and the shrubbery, all the puddles, the vines, the mist, and all their murkiness . . . all melted into all.

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