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Vanes,
flowing through them,
like
rushing water,
getting power and life from the vast
sun,
in some
places there are holes,
these holes look like breaks in an astounding
castle,
the closed in leaves guarding every part of the fragile
plant,
like guards guarding a hidden treasure or passage way,
two leaves
bowing before the king,
their silk cloaks reflecting against the
creek,
like mirrors reflecting your face,
as they ready their
defenses,
they notice the problem.
