Lost Groves
I have grown addicted to searching for lost groves of giant trees. My new obsession is sketched across my arms and legs in shredded flesh. Himalayan blackberries are my nemesis. Great walls of these thorny horrors block my passage into dark recesses of forest, where a few rogue giants have avoided the carnage of clear-cutting that has laid waste to the Coast Range. Shedding a little blood on blackberry brambles is a small price to pay to see the last of these living cathedral
