In the Forest
In the forest, there is a hedgehog. He is digging for leaves to eat in this harsh winter.
In the forest, there is a tree. It is watching as a hedgehog digs below him.
In the forest, there is snow. It is lying on the ground and on boulders and on the thin branches of a withering tree.
In the forest, there is a woodcutter. It chops down trees and scares away hedgehogs and stomps all over snow. He doesn't care a thing for anything around him except himslef.
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Anneisin
I am young. I am scared of climate change and getting other people sick. I don't like water. I've been working towards a professional career of writing for a while. I have loved to write ever since I was a little girl. That's, I guess, some things you could know about me.
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