And so the prince left the castle treehouse, and worried and wandered around his small kingdom in the woods, traveling further than his parents had previously allowed. It had rained the night before, so the leaves were bent low and dripping, sometimes on the back of his neck. It smelled like mud and moss and worms, and there were new mushrooms and fungi, filling the forest with red, orange, even purple now here and there. There were so many more than yesterday, but the prince thought that it was maybe just that he hadn't ever traveled this far in the woods.
Photo by Kris Light
Friday, May 21, 2010
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