The Girl

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Once upon a time,

a little girl went for a walk.

She walked far, far out, onto gravel roads and earthen trails, past forests, past lakes, past vast plains and wide fields until new forests began. Eventually, she came to a place that was so far away, she could see ALL the sky, and all the stars, and all moons and suns as they traveled overhead.

She stood there,
under the moons
and the suns
and the stars
and the sky,
and decided she was full.
Full of distance and full of space.
Full of mystery and full of grace.

She held her gaze with the heavens as long as she could
until her breath clouded the air in front of her
and she blinked a long blink of thanksgiving
and thought, “it’s time to go back home.”

 

On her way back home, though, whilst she was walking in wide open country, she fixed her eyes on a distant line of trees that began a dense and shadowed woodland. The trees, that should have been a static silhouette against the sky, stirred only by breeze and birdsong, puzzled her as they began to move in odd and forceful shoves. They were being violently parted, as if a plow was digging it’s way up from beneath them, from root to leaf, and heading toward the clearing.

Those massive ash and elms looked like blades of grass, cleft from the ground up, by a mouse’s track.

She slowed her pace.
She held her breath so it no longer clouded the air in front of her.
She opened her eyes as wide as they could open
because she knew something

big –

something large enough to divide woods and timber –

was about to come out
and into the open…

 

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…Chapter Two tomorrow.