Sometimes the light catches them just so as they pour down a snaking hillside road that they each flash like a grain of sun. But then one by one they slide like knives into the forest again, becoming dappled beasts descending to the coast of one sea or another. They climb consistent as conveyor belts past tree lines, out…
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