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Wild Heart
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There was a place where the sky was a sky of green leaves,
echoed by their fallen sisters entirely carpeting the ground.
With every step, my feet sank deeper into the soft earth.
With every step, every day, every season, the forest revealed more of its inhabitants.
Preguiça
Capivara
Beija-flor
Cobra
Jacaré
Tamandua
Lagartixa
Spending time in the forest felt like recovering faded senses:
I learnt to hear better, smell better, feel better.
My eyes grew used to the canopy the way they would grow used to a dark room.
Slowly, I started to see.
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