Up the River

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At one spot a bit south of here, there's a meadow studded with smaller perfectly straight pines, miniatures of the giants along the road. While it should be called "Eden's Glade" or Lothlorien or something equally poetic, the naming committee must have been having a bad day; it's just called "Pine Flats."

No, there's no picture, or the story would be with it. Next time; I promise. It may even be where I stay the night.