Faces in the Woods wrote:The woods darken and the brush begins to stir. Hares, field mice and rice rats scurry from their dens, and the crackling of twigs and scrabbling against bark can be heard from above. The moon rises overhead and stars can barely be seen past the towering branches. Some of the stars appear much closer than they should be.
They're in the trees. Little white faces that stare back at you, watching your every move, bobbing and swaying in curiosity. Then all at once the little faces begin to bounce between the trees, many disappearing into hidden nooks. A few remain to investigate you, warily shuffling across the lowest branches around you, where they become visible enough to make out the dark little bodies of opossums.
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