Deep in the forest, the light arrives in thin green shafts that slip between the branches high overhead. The ground is soft with layers of fallen leaves and needles, and every footstep sinks a little into the damp earth. Moss covers the old logs and stones, and mushrooms push up from the rotting wood in clusters of brown and orange. Somewhere a woodpecker taps at a trunk, and the sound carries a long way in the stillness.
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