Anja stood beneath the oak, looking up and waiting. She counted her breaths up to seven, and then it happened. Anja saw another tiny light in the high branches of the tree. This time, it was pink. Wait, no! It’s blue. Oh…, there are two! The tiny lights danced among the leaves, illuminating them like translucent green lampshades.
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