CHAPTER TEN
Sarah and Peter settle for the night in an old hollowed-out tree trunk. The mushy bottom of the hollow is dry compared to a shoveled pit in the snow. Sarah lies on her back, staring at the top of the opening. Bugs crawl about the soft rotting wood. They don’t bother her. That is, as long as they don't crawl on her face, and she doesn’t see a spider. She looks over the extent of rotting wood. Please, Goddess Ether, don’t let the tree fall in on top of them. The blankets under them keep the moss and fallen bark from itching. Peter snores beside her. His heat makes the hollow cozy. Taking a chance, she snuggles into him, drifting to sleep.
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Sarah finds herself in the woods. Peter gone. The light from the sun sits on the horizon. She doesn’t know if it is dawn or dusk. The purp
