Pete stood by the portal, unsure what to do next. He had read about them and seen them in movies.
There is a special time in the forest, a vague time. You might miss it, closing the gate as you
A fallen tree still with life left in it The forest alive with birdsong Water for a fun loving dog
There is a special place in every wood, a magic ancient dell that some are drawn to. No worries, cares,
A freight train passes through a silent forest early on a winters morning. Only a man and his dog walking