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time seems to drag on here. with no clocks, no atmospheric change, nothing, it jars the mind and plays tricks on it. what time is it? what time should it be, if any time at all?
it's starting to rain, though, blurring the trees and making the air heavy, and the children hide in the security of the play structure. new children will be waking up here in the muck, too, as those before them.
occasionally, there is a rumble from the woods, from all directions. it is not unlike thunder, though thunder seldom feels so close to the ground. the trees shiver and shake every few moments, as if they too have chills running up their spines.
another miserable day, waiting for it.
it's starting to rain, though, blurring the trees and making the air heavy, and the children hide in the security of the play structure. new children will be waking up here in the muck, too, as those before them.
occasionally, there is a rumble from the woods, from all directions. it is not unlike thunder, though thunder seldom feels so close to the ground. the trees shiver and shake every few moments, as if they too have chills running up their spines.
another miserable day, waiting for it.