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Orange Lulled by musings of a New Breed-Morphed to be defined by human need. But I like the cool,a calm soft breeze. Without care-Rugged and sure of a wilderness serene. I'm sure no one realizes that my adaption is final-Sitting in the sun- amongst the trees -the Tallest of shadows with slight ease.A tree line stare with a thousand printed smiles- they cast a call on bended knee- asking if I'm worthy to be of their breed.I will Mush-thru narrowly wooded brush- Keeping my distance and pushing till dusk. I do not have a name-I am one of many- We Win, We Hurt-Victory is pain. Photo By Orange