Cara Swann
Helen was exhausted. The long trip from Birmingham had worn her out, and as darkness approached, she felt the chill of late January in the bleak surroundings. Although the monolithic National Forest was graced with plentiful rich green conifers, the oaks, maples and other hardwood trees stretched thin, barren limbs to the metallic skyline, ridging high hilltops, almost touching the leaden underbelly of clouds.
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