There is something that is just so enchanting about the woods/forest. I guess thats why so many stories have been created upon that setting. During the day the woods can be such a nice peaceful place to relax and clear your mind, but once the sun goes down, every time you hear a branch crack or some leaves rustle, the mind starts to play tricks on us, kind of ironic. Great story.
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You got that right. My brother and I grew up with the majority of our time in the woods. We observed the ants, squirrels, and birds. We ate low-bush blueberries and chewed on on Birch twigs. We made trails and followed ones others had made. Be well.