When my heart was wounded,
I sought out the gentle ministrations of nature.
The woods surrounded me and applied
Gentle pressure to stop me from bleeding out.
The river cleansed my wounds
The leaves provided dressings to bandage them
Twining vines wrapped them snugly
The breeze soothed me.
The currents lulled me to sleep.
And I was healed.
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