Glimpses of Eden

A WINTER WOOD can feel inhospitable. Naked branches twist like fractured limbs; trunks lean heavily, as though about to crash down any moment. As you walk through the trees, each step brings up a reek of decay, while coils of brambles snap at your hands and heels.

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