Rising Sun Valley rêves de paysages sans fin

She wanted to believe that winter was finally releasing its grasp on the world.

Some days, it was particularly hard to tell. It felt warmer but it was damp in the valley, so damp. The chill hadn't left her bones for what seemed an age and though she was roughhewn around the edges, she had managed through the worst of one thing for another, and another, and on and on...

Sunlight peaked through off in the distance, though Phoebe couldn't have seen it. The slow roll of one hill into a deeper gully of the valley masked it. The narrow, thin bands of timber aided this too as she persisted, focused on forward movement.

Searching for something, but not entirely settled on what.

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