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Post by Amy, Ave., Tiff., Stiff. on Oct 19, 2008 11:48:57 GMT -5
The greened tree stood tacitly, its blue leaves moved gently in the wind while the purple vains of the leaves looked like little sparkles that teased the eye of the beholder.
Suddenly the tree shrank and began to shape itself to that of young woman. The leaves joined and lengthened into hair that fell to the waist; the branches and trunk softened, shaping supple arms and a body. Her face formed of the delicate green bark, her legs and feet formed of the dark green roots.
She blinked, "I... I'm out?" she felt her soft face and looked upon her self in the reflection of the polished stones, "..... no clothes.......... hmmmm...." she looked around and found noone.
Amy laid down on the earth, her stomache tickled by the grass, and felt for her friends. then joined them in the underground pocket Stiff. had made.
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