"Once, I was hidden in an alder copse when I sensed her again,...
"Once, I was hidden in an alder copse when I sensed her again, that watcher in the woods. A woman, I could tell, by the muted whisper of her footsteps, sliding softly on rotten leaves and old mulch. There was a scent in the air when she was close, lavender and mint. I lifted Christian from his sleeping place and crept deeper into the woods, until I found a darker, hidden place. An old cedar, pungent branches circled like a fallen nest."
— from the novel Sinful Folk
Photo: Enchanted Wood, Argyll, Scotland, photo via lvnd
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