Monday, March 9, 2015


Traipsing through the forest, I savoured the dew that lay so wet and moist and cool on the grass and the twigs and the leaves. I touched it gingerly with my fingers. My god it felt good. I started to lick one of the twigs, but suddenly I got the feeling I was being watched. I was filled with shame and ran deeper into the woods, crying and slapping myself in the face as I went. The woods become darker and soon I could barely see. If I meet a bear, I thought, this is going to be it. The greatest combat of my life. And I will lose and be torn apart, screaming.

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