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Distant misty trees

Grow ever closer as I

Strain my aching legs.


49 Trees

She burst out from the towering pines and found herself in a clearing with slender crab apple trees with flowers in their hair. The white blossoms scattered a few petals in welcome and spread their sweet aroma to her. Stars glinted through the branches like jewels.

She fell to her knees and sobbed, clutching her wounded stomach and looked back at the uneven spatters of red behind her. Crawling, she reached the nearest maiden and rested against its bark. Through half closed lids, she saw it bending down and stroking her cheek. She released a sigh and the blossoms turned pink.

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