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“Here we are," says Jack. Lillian stops and looks around, marveling at the high, green canopy and the soft light streaming through the branches. Overhead a magpie flits through the branches of a tree, rustling leaves until it takes flight with a mournful cry, its wings beating the air. "This is beautiful," she says. "Yes," agrees Jack. "It's like standing inside nature's own cathedral, don't you think?” — Hannah Richell
Here we are," says Jack.
Lillian stops and looks around, marveling at the high, green canopy and the soft light streaming through the branches. Overhead a magpie flits through the branches of a tree, rustling leaves until it takes flight with a mournful cry, its wings beating the air. "This is beautiful," she says.
"Yes," agrees Jack. "It's like standing inside nature's own cathedral, don't you think?