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i slowly take in the beauty of the forest. the unnamed white peacock seems to be very at home here. i wont be back here for a couple of days. i close my eyes and take in the scents of the forest, the smell of the fertile earth, the smell of the spongy moss underfoot and of course the smell of the cinnamon.i try to redord all the things that make this place. i dont know if i will miss this place or not, but it will be nice to get away. to let my mind wander to the farthest reaches of the world and not be restricted by trees...or maybe that is what i want.
the peacock walks over to me. i lean down to touch her beautiful body before i get a chance to the bird traps me with its big ever changing eyes. i am stunned by what i see .words cannot describe the things i saw. i am not sure of the things i saw in the creatures eyes. before i could regain my composer the bird silently pecks my cheek and leaves me speechless. i slowly rise and take one last look before leaving. turning my back i hear the white peacock give a slight cry of sorrow. silently i whisper i will come again soon
the peacock walks over to me. i lean down to touch her beautiful body before i get a chance to the bird traps me with its big ever changing eyes. i am stunned by what i see .words cannot describe the things i saw. i am not sure of the things i saw in the creatures eyes. before i could regain my composer the bird silently pecks my cheek and leaves me speechless. i slowly rise and take one last look before leaving. turning my back i hear the white peacock give a slight cry of sorrow. silently i whisper i will come again soon