"I am sorry, no, the forest is your home now. Post-transformation you will live in a hollow tree or the sanctuary of a thicket, but birds will extend their wings to shelter you and the deer will gently bow their necks over you as you sleep, your iconic body littered with rose petals and curled on a bed of moss."
Being pregnant turns you into an ethereal wood nymph
Being pregnant turns you into an ethereal wood nymph
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And then my friend E hikes as if he were on a treadmill and going for a record. Having mostly done my wilderness stuff alone or (long ago) with family, I'd never encountered that. So good for him, but I find it strange and alienating: I like to look and listen at and for things....
Which is longwindedly to say, "Yes way!"
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(I'm one of those people mosquitoes LOVE. Absolutely love. I probably would have had to flee the east coast just for that.)
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