Thirty

M O N G R E L

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"The Search for Truth is a Search for Identity, that in finding Truth, we find Ourselves. "

Upon the forest floor lie trees of yesteryear, fallen in storms long forgotten. After running away from her family tirelessly, she found herself in the midst of a tribe of wood and leaves. It was a place of ancient souls, of the creatures who dwell with sweet sounds of moving water and bird song.

Arianna shifted back to her human form, naked. The seasons had been harsh, stripping away the outer layer of the woods, yet rendering them all the more beautiful. 

Arianna tilted her head upward, feeling her hair tumble further down her back against her bare back; the pines were several houses tall, reaching toward the golden rays of pre-winter sun. 

A new smile with the sense of calmness painted itself upon her face, rose-pink lips semi-illuminated by the dappled light. 

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