A Capricious Turn                                      NW     -      - 
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                                                        -      S      -

Trees join hands overhead pushing out the last pieces of sky.  All that
is left is a massive shadow whose only illumination is the reflection of
light that bounces down through the greenery and spills over the leaves like
rain.  The cave of vegetation turns sharply to the northwest for apparently
no reason.  Sand turns to a mat of roots and grass that strangle one another
vying for dominance.  Terrible traces of rotting sea-life hang tight in the
air having no current to push it out.