That little splash of dirt, the little drop that hits on your calves as you walk. It just lightly flys up off your shoe and sticks right to the back of your leg. Thats the one that kinda drives you crazy as you walk. It just hits right there, this cold feeling shooting up your skin. If its big enough it chills right to the muscle, tensing you up as you march forward.
"It's like rotting wood" she responded. "Like damp rotting wood"
"And somehow the moss is rotting too. Everywhere you feel the weight of the water. It's in the air too"
And it was everywhere you looked. Rotting, huge wood soaked with water, holding it in and just buckling under the weight. These redwoods had seen the dawn of civilization and lived to tell about it, all through the access to plentiful water. It was truly majestic.
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