Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeleta — K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
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Dry fingers of decaying branches protruded upward, above what was left of the canopy of green. They rattled like skeletal bones, grasping for a final breath from the last silvery clouds of evening that slowly drifted by.

— K. Farrell St. Germain, Then'diel's Song
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