When I wake, I find myself on a knoll above rolling hills of tawny gold. Dark green trees spindle their way across the landscape, like candy from a party piñata. I feel the closest civilization must be a hundred miles away, for I cannot see it, and yet, there is Laly’s incredible camp all around me. This sensation persists throughout the day.
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Enjoying your journal, Jen!
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