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... slowly from the canopy, like a flannel cloth steeped in ink.
The branches of spruces and firs intertwined into a dark green dome, cutting the sunlight into flecks of shattered gold that fell upon the moss-covered humus. From these verdant carpets, clumps of orange-red fly agaric occasionally sprouted, like punctuation marks from a forgotten fairy tale.
Where deadwood had fallen, natural gullies formed. Shiny-shelled beetles squirmed beneath the bark, and from deeper in the thick ...
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