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The green was the envelope of my soul and all the letters on the page.

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There were more greens in the forest than I have ever heard expressions of joy, each of them bright in a way that extended the seconds into a blissful heaven.

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It was all the merry greens of new spring foliage illuminated by sunny rays.

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The green was a dance, a chorus, the ink of our love letter from nature herself.