Calling by James Hancock

Calling by James Hancock . The forest was beautiful.  Dark and deadly for any who didn’t show the respect it deserved, but beautiful none the less.  A playground for nature’s children, and she was a fiercely protective mother.  Branches stretched in the breeze, weeds fidgeted, and things watched.  Watched from high and from low.  Studying...

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