So little time. They run about. Run. Before they catch you. Run. Before they snap that picture. Before the light blinds you all in it’s flash. Don’t you know what pose to make? Idiots! So many trees. So little time. Make the right move or you’ll be caught like a deer in headlights. Or, as most of us do, hide behind the trees and form the shape that they do. The lucky ones aren’t the ones aren’t the ones that hide behind the trees-- they’re the ones that get caught in a clearing. So little clearings, so little time.
Why are we all running? And since we’re all here, whose taking the pictures? What cruel genius created these trees that you all can form so well into.
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