The clouds are being swallowed by the sky. They blow, and somehow I feel as if I'm drifting too.
I stand in the trees, surrounded by branches like a million arms, reaching. They are the only ones reaching for me.
I close my eyes, and I swear I can almost hear them whispering.
Almost.
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I love this. I am loving forest imagery right now, and this is too lovely!
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