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Submitted to Contest #320
The forest had a heartbeat. Underneath the bark of trees, underneath the soil of dirt, and even underneath the rocks of riverbeds. It was always there. That rhythmic beating made it undeniable that the forest was alive. That It was alive.It took the form of many things: the trees, the dirt, the river. But It found its favorite form was one that mimicked a human—a woman— because it was only when its hair blew wistfully in the wind, when its body was framed by an alabaster dress, that It was considered alive. Considered as something worthy of ...
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