means of s of t;Mark your trail to find your  back  nine. Itll be getting dark by t, go back to truck.quot;

    e  our separate ramping t dared enter tall trees  like a blanket t smelled of rot and decay. itep I took, cracking t edly, not expecting a reply. tillness brougten sensation, t trapped, timeless, in ty minutes into my searc dorunk of a scrub pine. My s, damp ion, clung to my skin, and I took out a o mop my brocree trunks, pipping taccato signals. Along one limb of ts raced back and forterious cargo in one direction as oto tter of fallen leaves, small red floers of silvery moss. I lifted a log, and a rotting ness lay beneat, pill bugs curled into balls and long-legged spiders maddened at tion of t, glistening o tom of tried to imagine  life  to me. I lost track of time. A glance at my cartled me, for nearly tood up, called out t. Moving deeper into tranced by t of trunks and limbs, green leaves as plentiful as raindrops. My every step  familiar, and I expected to be startled by somet it  as a deep sleep. t, scant life beyond trees and plants, tir of table tiny animals  and decay. I stumbled upon a small creek gurgling over stones, meandering noer and drank.

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