The beginning of a story…

Helena notices the quick darkness of the dense forest on either side of the mountain pass. It calls her in, inviting her to run blindly through the trees. She presses her forehead against the passenger window, squints her eyes, and tries to imagine what it would feel like to fly like that.

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