The big me went in search of the small me,
over those rolling hills and strange valleys.
Until the big me recognized itself in the smallest insect.
Picked it up and carried it home.
The insect was hyperactive,
so restless it wouldn't be still.
The big me tried it's best to make the insect calm.
They slowly began to bond and exchange noises,
Which turned to personal words,
which formed conversations.
Then they were able to become something,
lost out there in the rolling hills together.
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