Did you ever dream that you were a dog agility super champ except then it switched and you were at some germy, grungy, derelict seaside park in the dark and the carnies were actually drug addled zombies that were shambling after you with hammers and their big teeth? And then as you're trying to escape your way out from under their oily, horrible claws by clambering up a rat infested palm tree, you're all, this is about dog agility like, how?
11 May 2015
The bridge in the forest where the trees are dying.
This is where the forest is so dry the trees are starting to fall down the hill. There's only a trickle of rancid water down in the gulch. The forest is bare so you can see all the way through it, to what's on the other side. More dying forest.
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