The Wood
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The woods near my house growing up always held an air of mystery to me. It was a beautiful, yet haunting place that seemed filled to the brim with magic and wonder, both good and evil. This short essay is just a small juxtaposition of my memories of the forest; one memory in the late fall and another in the spring.
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