in the woods waits the only person with whom I can be myself. gale. i can feel the muscles in my face relaxing, my pace quickening as i climb the hills to our place, a rock ledge overlooking a valley. a thicket of berry bushes protects it from unwanted eyes. the sight of him waiting there brings on a smile. gale says i never smile except in the woods.
part one: the tributes.
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