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The plants drink us and we become a part of their growing and blooming until in time we rise again as sprites from out their flowers." "Then you were once another sprite?" asked Maya, tense, breathless with interest. The earnest eyes said yes. "But I have forgotten my earlier existence. We forget everything in our flower-sleep." "Oh, what a lovely fate!"
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