Rainbow Woods

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Leaves crunch under my feet.
Howling wolves and hooting owls.
I walk and walk to clear my thoughts.
I hear a whoosh with a bright white flash.
My eyes adjust to the now lit up woods.
I gasp with delight.
My brain cannot process this phenomenon.
In front of me is a rainbow among the woods.

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