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Enchanted by ~birchdryadgirl

Between the Pines There are no words. No words I can say. None. They are not mine to say. They belong to the dead. Those whose words were not heard. Maybe to those who by some chance survived, but not to us.Between the Pines by ~birchdryadgirl
I recount: We are in a forest, a pine forest. The trees have started to bloom, the undergrowth grew green underfoot. The sun slants through the treetops, the sky a perfect blue with a few fluffy clouds. It is a quiet beauty.
We come upon a small clearing. It is rimmed by a blue fence with memorial candles and flags on it. Maybe it seems gaudy. But then you realize what is inside the fence.
A mass grave.
Go back: women, mothers, and children, siblings,


Interview :D What are you most afraid of?Interview :D by ~birchdryadgirl
Edmund - "Me? Why do I have to go first? Oh alright, I'm afraid of, well, losing a friend. Or someone in my family. You see, once we visited Mother's sister, Aunt Sybil. She lives next to a river. There was a swimming hole 5 minutes walk from the house that we kids loved. Cassie mostly stayed in the shallows and fished for critters, or wandered about while Drake and I played around and tried to splash her.
"We went to the swimming hole before dinner one day. Mother was helping Aunt make the food, and Father went out for a walk, or was reading a book, or something. I asked mother if we could go alone. She said y
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