Among the brambles, the marshes, the winding ravines.
The toadstools and the moss, its wayward growth spreading from log to earth.
The wetness of the ground, the squish and crumble of mud and branch underfoot.
The fertile odour of decay and growth.
The crooked, winding tree limbs - ivy and tall grass mingling, mixing, touching.
The bursts of green in the most fertile places of the forest floor.
Sleepy snails clinging to bark.

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