Wednesday, May 20, 2009


The warm summer breeze blew through the mountain, gently bending the branches this way and that, while the leaves swayed to an internal beat. A solitary figure finishes the last of her lunch and buries the chicken bones so that the animals can’t get at them.

Standing up, she stretches her lithe body in an attempt to rive away the muscle knots that had cropped up while she was eating. Twisting her head to and fro, she pauses for a moment as the pine scented breeze gently caresses her senses.
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