That winter woods has the feel of mushrooms -- remembered. Sleeping trees, woods alive and slightly sinister. The kind of place that breathes. The face floating opaque and strange, looking like Step Daughter sounds only colder and more fantastical could be mine.
it's a kind of magic--visions glimpsed out of context, details spawning narratives--is that flecton's family cottage by the st. lawrence? the answer doesn't matter, because the image triggered my memory of being there
"it's a kind of magic--visions glimpsed out of context, details spawning narratives" Yes, exactly. Well said.
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