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estellas-wall.livejournal.com[ So there's this forest, your typical forest with a spotty canopy overhead and a well-travelled path winding through it. Since it wouldn't do to stand in the middle of the road the young man who would be occupying the it on his broom stands completely still, eyes closed, at the edge a short distance away from it and well out of the way of any passing travellers.
And he just stands there. Who knows for how long? People probably saw them on their way into and out of the forest, still like some little statue. He has a bag beside a tree, but whatever is inside it carries a horrible smell. Has he been there so long that his lunch rotted? Who knows.
Maybe he's asleep. ]
And he just stands there. Who knows for how long? People probably saw them on their way into and out of the forest, still like some little statue. He has a bag beside a tree, but whatever is inside it carries a horrible smell. Has he been there so long that his lunch rotted? Who knows.
Maybe he's asleep. ]
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