
[ A grove of tall Ponderosa pines, rising over ground covered in pine needles. The sun peeks through the trees to the upper right, and sunbeams pierce the air. ]
I don’t know how to express how good it was to be back in the woods. I don’t … have the words for it, for the restful shade of the pines, the resinous scent of the air, the tiny, near-inaudible chuckle of water. The rustle of reeds & needles, the cry of a raven circling above.
… yeah okay I guess that was some words.
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