14 March 2011

They're standing in the Tree Boat.

There's a part of the forest where the trees are witchy and don't look nice. In the rain it's coated with fog, and we all slide down the hill on the leaves. There's no path here, but if you just walk down the bank a ways, you come to the Tree Boat. I think it snapped and burned off the massive stump just up the hill but I don't know if it was a ray of lightning or guys with saws a long time ago. It's a perfect smooth chute, dropping down the bank, all charred inside and black.

I work hard on being nice. The trees in here, maybe they are. They just don't look it. They maybe want us out. This is my favorite place, today, in the Tree Boat.

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