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A willowy passage greeted us threading a trail through a light wood high with pine and robust elm trunks. Frens curled and licked ankles and shins leaving damp sheen on boots carefully avoiding sprawling roots   there as reminders nature can reclaim the trail if and when it chooses. Husks of beach nuts dark open stars long pilfered of their bounty littered a strech of eight paces. She pointed to movement in the undergrowth, a flick of leaves and scurry of a squirrel. Taking my hand for balance and warmth I lead her through the silence fearing to breathe in case a breath spoiled the tranquility
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
Through the wood
A willowy passage greeted us threading a trail through a light wood high with pine and robust elm trunks. Frens curled and licked ankles and shins leaving damp sheen on boots carefully avoiding sprawling roots   there as reminders nature can reclaim the trail if and when it chooses. Husks of beach nuts dark open stars long pilfered of their bounty littered a strech of eight paces. She pointed to movement in the undergrowth, a flick of leaves and scurry of a squirrel. Taking my hand for balance and warmth I lead her through the silence fearing to breathe in case a breath spoiled the tranquility
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Aug 3, 2017
Aug 3, 2017 at 5:57 PM UTC
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