i must have been struggling on for at least an hour. suddenly i came to a clearing, an open grove of ash and maple, and as the sunlight filtered through the leaves. i sahtly painted in a variety of colors, trimmed les, h-pitched roofs, each th from the next, and all n of any living being.
to me, emerging from the rove out of grimm, as if this odd little village had been put under a spell and had been asleep for 100 years. a yello for hansel and gretel. so quiet the grove limp. blue and green dragonflies, poised in the air, added to the enchantment. far off, i could hear the nolent buzz. otherwise silence.
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