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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.
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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.