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soaring drowsiness possessed her; growing
in Earth she stood, white thighs embraced
by climbing bark, her white arms branches,
her fair hair swaying in a cloud of leaves;
all that was Daphne bowed in the stirring
of the wind, the glittering green leaf twined
within her hair and she was laurel.
- The Metamorphoses, OVID
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