chocolate is a verb

colors, flavors, whims and other growing things

memory…

The descending forest trail had little understory. Gnarled oaks spread overhead, filtering the sun. The ground was dusty, marbley gravel underfoot, a thick layer of oak leaves banked at the edges of the path. Where the trees parted to reveal a particularly agreeable vista, log seats invited contemplation.

And in between the trees, here and there, just random enough to offer a very slight jolt of fear before the pleasure of surprise, were life-size animals created from twigs: boar, deer, roosters, even a porcupine. The lashed twigs captured the essence of the creatures, the familiar stance. They seemed to be foraging among the acorns, about to move, about to disappear as the light filtered through their twiggy bodies.

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