Together we meandered along the winding trail, our footsteps muted by the soft soil underfoot. Kangaroos bounded on either side of the path, their watchful eyes keeping the secrets of the forest secure...
The path took several turns until a rustling noise caused us to stop an look upward into the limbs of a majestic tuart tree. As our eyes began to focus on the leaves, the hint of a shape that was there disappeared. Was it a tree nymph or an elf keeping watch over us, or was it maybe the spirit of the tree hiding because the kangaroos had warned her of our coming.
After standing still for some time we could hear the whispers, of the tree and see hints of shapes all around us. It was as if we really had stepped off the pages of a book into the forest of Rivendale or Narnia. But really it was that we had found a world of our own.
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