wet.

My deep forest jaunt got me wet on this misty, cold Friday morning at Ridley Creek State Park. As trees overhead dropped their precious dew, I could smell the dampness of the floor below as it twisted and turned in slow motion and began to come alive beneath my feet once more. 

  

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