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The Story
A forest stands motionless under silver light—pine everywhere, sharp resin heavy in the cold air, needles blanketing dark earth.
Just pine: its sticky sap catches breath after breath, green boughs towering overhead with no other distraction. Warmth seeps in from the heartwood, like faint smoke from a distant fire among the trees. Over time, the crisp edge melts closer, intimate as bark against skin. Moments of deep quiet draw it out, when you stand alone amid evergreens and the world fades to this single, endless green. Pine, and nothing else.
Notes: Pine
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