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An owl hoots in a tree nearby. A rustle is heard in the brush. All is quiet in the forest. A lone woman sleeps underneath an oak tree soundly. The beginnings of morning dew creeping onto her sleeping form, she stirs slightly, yet never waking from her deep sleep
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(Hi there! This blog is currently under construction. Please be patient as images and layouts change or are free images. These are only temporary. I will try to draw all of my own images!)
You seem to have stumbled upon something interesting. A set of huts in the forest. A run-down commune with a young woman trying to fix it up...
"Hello! I'm not used to having strangers here. I can't offer you much yet, except for a soft landing. If you'd like to stay, will you help me out?"
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