
I feel ready and calm, and as I’m just about open my eyes the sudden sound of air whispering through the branches of trees captures me momentarily. It’s as though I have fallen into a dream. I lift my eyes to the sky to find that there are no trees at all. But I can hear the soft clatter of their leaves? The creaking of their ancient wood? I sit up and I can no longer smell the dampness of the morning. I can only see the shadows of the trees that used to be there.
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