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Dusk was streaking the Californian sky with ocher and saffron. Redwood trees towering above me had started whispering ominous secrets. Two trees had formed an arch ahead.
Tag: bridge of the gods
Dusk was streaking the Californian sky with ocher and saffron. Redwood trees towering above me had started whispering ominous secrets. Two trees had formed an arch ahead.