It was a cold day and there was a chill in the air. He was collecting sticks for fire, kneeling on the jungle floor. There rose in air a sweet bird song, and he felt that he was in a dream. The wind started swirling the leaves dancing in the air and the sun beams were blinking. It was all magical and none of it felt real. Suddenly the jungle was teeming with birds and he could feel the signs of spring everywhere. His heart sent up a cheer silently and he got up to gather the sticks into a bundle and drive home with a light heart and free spirit.
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