Hiding behind a tree in the forest, I wanted to surprise my husband—but froze when I heard his phone chatter.
The air in the pine forest was thick and saturated, like liquid honey, filled with the tart scent of needles, damp earth, and fallen leaves just touched by decay. The rays of the warm, no longer scorching but gentle September sun filtered through the dense canopy of fir and pine boughs, scattering fanciful patterns of […]
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