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I had a dream. In my dream I was walking in a valley along a path of dead trees. The dead trees spoke to me and over and over they all said the same words. I could not understand the words even though I had known them for as long as I can remember. The moist air smelled of black soil and old things, in the distance was the sound of running water. The words of the dead trees fell to the ground with the sound of rustling leaves and covered the path like torn paper, turned yellow with age. I did not understand it.

Description
I had a dream. In my dream I was walking in a valley along a path of dead trees. The dead trees spoke to me and over and over they all said the same words. I could not understand the words even though I had known them for as long as I can remember. The moist air smelled of black soil and old things, in the distance was the sound of running water. The words of the dead trees fell to the ground with the sound of rustling leaves and covered the path like torn paper, turned yellow with age. I did not understand it.