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“Find me a castle, and there I will live,” thought a bit of lichen caught by the wind.

They traveled the land and soared through the air but there weren’t any castles to be found.

“An old bridge might suffice for a bit of seed with a flexible dream,” suggested the wind.

The lichen agreed and lived ever so happily, after all.

 

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