The dark woods, that community of heaven-spun trees, sleep and dream together of the dawn.
The dark woods release the sounds of a plethora of nocturnal ghosts, of they who may move safely within the hug of grey shadowed night.
When the dark woods sleep and dream, we do the same until light gifts the day new bright and joyous hues. When to the newly opened eye, the trees wave their green flags in happy whisper, we play once more.
Dark woods to the playful eye and soul are a time to truly feel alive, to push the frontiers of our adventurous sense.
Dark woods of deepened hue find tranquility in the starlit velvet, in the steady glow of moonlight.
The path at my feet fades as it leads into the darkness of the woods, yet follow it I must for the sake of Georgina. Somewhere in there is the answers she needs, and so my feet follow the narrow strip of naked earth among the giants of root and leaf. I let my hands touch their skin as I pass, feeling their gentle spirits soothe my own. For this is their world as they stretch toward the light they never see yet sense, and I must do the same... open up my other senses... to sound, to aroma and listen so very carefully to every instinct.
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