Lives Intertwined
Between the scraggly pine trees, shadows stretch with whispered invitation. I have the urge to take off my shoes and enter, knowing instinctively that the bed of pine needles will absorb the sound of my footsteps....
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Between the scraggly pine trees, shadows stretch with whispered invitation. I have the urge to take off my shoes and enter, knowing instinctively that the bed of pine needles will absorb the sound of my footsteps....