Pines, stark and jagged.
Upright sentinals, casting shadows across the moonless sky.
No animal stirs.
No light bursts.
Then comes the wind.
A sigh sweeps through the splintery limbs.
The breath of the forest whispers to those it protects.
No-one is alone.
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Author notes
This was a 'free-write', 3 minutes of creativity, that I kind-of liked.
