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Look over there. What an incredible thing.
But I do like the countryside. I like the space and the quiet.
Didn’t you tell me you wanted to visit the sea?
The whole thing is too ridiculous.
But she has travelled too far and is a different person these days.
Nothing makes any sense. Things just happen, that’s all.
He is pointing the way to the world up ahead.
He has always felt most at home in the dark.
Don’t even walk in that direction.
Back there is the past. Up ahead’s the future.
Black clouds spill upwards against the pale sky.
The storm arrives at half-past noon.
It occurs to me this is a sign of the times.
You never know what people are like after dark.
But what do you do when you’re out in the forest?
If he can steady himself, he may yet survive; stranger things have happened.
The world is confusing, but the forest is not.
She hears nothing but birdsong, acorns dropping and the wind in the leaves.
But the world will ask us questions.
I think I like it better that way.
It is a time of beginnings for those who can make them.
It feels like we have the whole place to ourselves.
The forest is still and it feels a good place to be.
You can always change your mind later.
The tree looks like a tree, same as all the rest.
The forest is ancient. It exists outside time.
This is the landscape from a future that has already been and gone.
It’s obviously an honour, being invited to the woods.
He went where he wanted to go.
Will your people be angry with you?
I didn’t have to worry.
It takes a long time.
Most of the time, we were going off in the wrong direction.
He said he wanted people to remember this.
Nothing much seems to have changed here.
The birds have been singing all day.
Forward planning has never been my strong point.
It’ll be a nice change for both of you.
There was just no way to say no.
I don’t want any trouble.
It seemed to go on forever.
Why are you so angry all the time?
The aliens have never made a hostile move against us.
Night begins to fall beneath the trees.
There’s a tree out there. I saw it yesterday.
Everything is just where it should be, suddenly in focus.
It’s a question of what love gives you the right to do.
That’s the universe trying to tell me something.
I’ve seen it before and I’ll see it again, I’m sure.
Is it OK for me to be sad?