The whispering of a story
between the leaves: a story
told by a breeze, an historical
mystery. Another story
to tell ourselves, this story
we forget. Hear the storied
glories of the secret story
somehow untold. In her story
we ran to the second story
laughing as the storytelling
unfolded above. The stories
told us a whispered history
remembered.
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