steps"1, 2, 3......" she chimes as she jumps from stone to stone, counting them to herself. She continues across the stream and on into the forest. the twilight darkness of the thick trees instantly surround her. her long, flowing white dress seems to glow all its own. thin tendrils of shadow try to grab at her. but the light of her dress keeps them at bay. she continues down a small path that has been run over by the forest. the trees pull back their branches to let her through. she hums a small tune. the notes of it seem to calm the angry forest. finally she steps clear of the trees and comes upon a crumbling ancient well.steps
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"It all depends on how we look at things and not on how they are themselves." - Carl Rogers
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