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Forest tattoo. THIS WOULD BE A NEAT BACKGROUND FOR MY QUAIL THAT NEEDS TO BE FIXED

Forest tattoo. THIS WOULD BE A NEAT BACKGROUND FOR MY QUAIL THAT NEEDS TO BE FIXED

"A dark little glen floored with moss and dark, slippery stones. The autumn leaves were piled in yellow drifts, still clinging to branches in places, bright little flags of color. Slanted bars of sunlight fell through the branches." ~Rosewood http://www.amazon.com/Rosewood-Walker-Lauren-Gilley-ebook/dp/B00HBSIFNI/ref=la_B009DHNKXU_1_8?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1387148533&sr=1-8

"A dark little glen floored with moss and dark, slippery stones. The autumn leaves were piled in yellow drifts, still clinging to branches in places, bright little flags of color. Slanted bars of sunlight fell through the branches." ~Rosewood http://www.amazon.com/Rosewood-Walker-Lauren-Gilley-ebook/dp/B00HBSIFNI/ref=la_B009DHNKXU_1_8?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1387148533&sr=1-8

"A bird calls, distant and wounded. The woods are still as death. Quick steam huffs in and out of Geoff’s open mouth. And with that, the dangerous moment seems past. We gather wood and help Tom build his fire. As I pick up spare twigs and dried bracken, I wonder how far our sounds penetrate into the black forest, and how far our shouts echo along the White Road."    -- from the novel Sinful Folk sinfulfolk.com

"A bird calls, distant and wounded. The woods are still as death. Quick steam huffs in and out of Geoff’s open mouth. And with that, the dangerous moment seems past. We gather wood and help Tom build his fire. As I pick up spare twigs and dried bracken, I wonder how far our sounds penetrate into the black forest, and how far our shouts echo along the White Road." -- from the novel Sinful Folk sinfulfolk.com