
That is a big word, for six tiny letter. When I think of a forest, I think of my children who grew up in and around forests. Spring, summer, winter fall, we're always in the forest.
Magical.
Wild.
Dangerous.
Protective.
Harsh.
Safe.
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Winters so still and so cold that your own body heat hovers like a cloak as diamond dust floats in the air. |
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