Yesterday Jace and I climbed a mountain. We saw the bluest bluebirds in the world--I think they glowed--that were so light that they could balance on the thinnest of twigs without bowing them. We saw woodpeckers pecking at trees, and trees with dead crooked arms covered in the eeriest green moss. We went into the haunted forest of dead moss-trees, and we felt something neither of us could explain, but we both heard and felt at the exact same moment, and we both thought it came from within ourselves.
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