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The far side of the mountain was still and cool in the early morning mist. Quiet, though the mist writhed and coiled away from the burning woman vaguely perched on a rocky outcropping. Vaguely because her edges...blurred. She slipped in and out of definition, just like the tree in front of her.
It was a tall, spindly pine tree, wind twisted and aged. Then it blurred...and refocused greener.
Shorter.
Taller.
An oak.
It was an interesting exercise. Only Rachel would be able to describe it as necessary though.
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It was a tall, spindly pine tree, wind twisted and aged. Then it blurred...and refocused greener.
Shorter.
Taller.
An oak.
It was an interesting exercise. Only Rachel would be able to describe it as necessary though.
[Post open, but tags will be slow due to errands!]