A bright, midsummer moon lit the clearing. Shadowed fir arms, saggy with cones, swayed over dewy grass. Soft, twisted mushrooms poked above the blades. A lone weed with heavy, chard-like stems grew, alone, in the clearing's center. A rustling sounded. Beneath the low firs, two heads poked into the clearing, dragged by dirty, flannel elbows. […]

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