"As though the pleas of the dusky forest had been heard, he came. Each step brought tendrils of golden life, unfurling and rising towards its creator, yearning for the leaving foot. Humble, pearly flowers blossomed in his wake, and lead him to its heart, where sat in ash a grey sapling. It strove for abundance, glory, and he looked upon it graciously and lifted its wilted stalk. His loving entirety called forth the life and the energy of the forest and lent it to the shrub, who, feeling the warmth of its brothers and sisters, found the strength to rise and glow with vitality. The forest reached for him, for no other creature could love as purely as he, the great White Stag, Diamu."
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(C) Madison Trupp '10-'11