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Beneath the willow tree, lovers embraced below the tree's motherly branches. Limbs acting as walls between the world around them and their lustful impulses. Jovial laughs and panting breaths seemingly private can be heard by those nearby. Walking by choosing to ignore, but mentally acknowledge the dirty deeds that they've once done. The now solitary fisherman grumbles as he casts his line, he wonders if the fish can hear. Are they disturbed as much as the one above? Chirping birds and cricket calls retake the air as the love makers have now gone.
