Manifestation

In the forest where mushrooms grow, you leave something behind each day. You hear a rustling in the woods, and you know you aren’t supposed to go there, but you steal away at dusk and give the forest what it wants. Or at least, what you think it wants. A gift, or an offering. To […]

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The Corners

The well worn path: the dirt and the ground and the sun and the sky and my feet following the path, onward, onward. The mist was so heavy it looked like the rest of the world hadn’t loaded yet. All I could see were trees, and the path. Even the sky was white, the sun […]

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