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12/11/11


Deep in the forest there’s an unexpected clearing that can be reached only by someone who has lost his way.

The clearing is enclosed in a forest that is choking itself. Black trunks with the ashy beard stubble of lichen.
The trees are tangled tightly together and are dead right up to the tops, where a few solitary green twigs touch the light.
Beneath them: shadow brooding on shadow, and the swamp growing.

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