The Heartwood Dreamland is a free land

Gone? Like dead? English euphemisms and metaphors had always confused him. He couldn't tell what exactly Mal meant. Either seemed correct. La. Barely. Sometimes in bad winters it will pile up, but it mostly dusts the ground. Not like here. He remembered huge gusts of wind blowing things to the ground, the sky turning black or yellow, but never had he seen something like this.