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It was a prickly Spring day. A kind of golden humidity everywhere. A sticky creature of a humidity. Even here in the forest, where it was naturally cooler, I could feel the humidity, could practically smell it. Though that was probably just some new flower or cone opening up. Or a fungus spore. Or my allergies playing tricks with me again. But the early afternoon light that filtered in through the evergreens was definitely something special, something different than you see just anywhere.

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