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estdeus_innobis2011-03-13 03:58 pm
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Time has little meaning here, though your body back home may disagree.
Dream.
A forest.
A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.
In the distance, the howl of a wolf.
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Dream.
A forest.
A forest of the oldest sort, thick with brambles, trees snarled with centuries of life. It stretches for miles, many of them very dark, because the trees grow so close that it is hard to see. From a high vantage point, on one of the hills of the forest, one may glimpse a tower at the heart of the forest, a great graceful column of grey stone. Here and there there are clearings, bright with sunlight, and streams running with clear water. But mostly there is dark.
In the distance, the howl of a wolf.
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"'E is lovely indeed," I agree about her fish. Wonder if 'e's magic. Watch 'is fins swish. Can't see anythin' day to day, now, so I enjoy the lookin'.
Take a cup o'tea an' sit down on the grass, an' then look up as I hear the sound o' footsteps (http://community.livejournal.com/estdeus_innobis/405098.html?thread=10301034#t10301034).