A narrow path runs uphill between banks of bracken gone copper and rust, the fronds curling in over the edges of the track. The hill above is bare and brown with cloud sliding across its shoulder. The season turned, and the bracken said so first.
A narrow path runs uphill between banks of bracken gone copper and rust, the fronds curling in over the edges of the track. The hill above is bare and brown with cloud sliding across its shoulder. The season turned, and the bracken said so first.
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