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Old growth

It was very much like home. Tall forest on the edge of the mountains, the ground all carpeted with moss and ferns. Mountain peaks disappearing in cloud, mist and glimpses of snow. Moss climbing up the trees, even - eating them, I know. Everywhere there were stumps from the old growth, three paces across, most of them. They were railroad-logged in the early 1900's. This bark I clambered over, these massive trunks still lying fallen, some of them, right out to the whitewater river, taller than a person - it was all one hundred years old.

I visited Teraf. Slept with him in his place in the mountains. No sex, just cuddled warmth under a pile of furs. In the morning we fought over the fire. All these years later and still the same pattern as once upon a time with Bryn, fighting over who could catch more fish. It's better than it used to be. I don't walk away forever anymore.

After, he gave me a feather.

He only wants to be helpful to me, to us. Griff boy. The boy who wanted to be toren. Meets the girl who once upon a time, wished she were griff.

47 and Jim I ran with them through the woods and across the boulders at the whitewater shore. People had built cairns all along the shore and we added our own.


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Jun. 25th, 2011 01:58 pm (UTC)
like my homeland too

- Imoh
Jun. 25th, 2011 07:00 pm (UTC)
Jul. 20th, 2011 02:21 am (UTC)
I love old growth forests. I've seen a variety of different ones, and each is unique. Hoh Rainforest is a favorite.
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