There’s a very large oak tree at
the top of a hill. There are many trees like it; but this one is the tallest. In
this tree are many windows. They’re in a high semi-circle arch shape with a double-crossed
glazed crucifix painted through them. I feel
like it’s a gothic version of Enid Blyton’s The
Faraway Tree. Someone would make a killing if they brought this franchise
to the big screen right now. There’s also some carrots dancing outside; but I’m
so absorbed in the route of the walk that I’m doing that I womble right past. Inside,
Moonface is reading his books in all his celestial glory. Just think of all the
solitude that you could find in this place; think of all the tasks that you
could get done by living in the forest without any online distractions. You’ll
have to hide when the famous five come round to knock on the door for tea; but they’ll
also be a lot of time for parties when each land comes to visit the forest.
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