We walk into the trees for a very long time. Longer, I think, than is possible without reaching the limits of the rows. We keep going when it gets dark and are still walking when it is light again. The sameness makes it seem we are not making any progress at all. The trees just repeating and repeating. I feel confident but no longer care that something is different about how time and space are operating here. We walk and walk and the fog never fully lifts, though sometimes it thins and I can see deeper into the woods. Every step, every slight change in position, reveals a new pattern of tree
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