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... ing her elbows and getting a mouthful of moss in the process. She flopped onto the forest floor, gasping like a fish on land.
She stood up and brushed the dirt off her "dress."
"Freedom," she whispered.
The forest was breathtaking. The canopy was alive with the sound of a thousand birds. Sunlight filtered through the massive leaves in dappled beams of gold, illuminating oversized ferns that looked like they belonged in Jurassic Park. Vines hung like green curtains, decora ...
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