in the North, up from the Meadow, in the far forest from B. Very large and not "fallen into", but Near one another, touching. you instinctively approach slowly and as quietly as you can, then squat. a little distance away. There is the Felt Sense that if you sit long enough and often enough, If you became familiar to them, you could hear something, a kind of language, or song. A murmuring . Tomorrow is a Full Moon. By next full moon, all will have changed. Wet. Rain will have changed their color and patterns. Lichen will appear. Maybe ferns. I still am not sure exactly how to get there, to where they are. I go in that direction and then stand, wait a lot, then trying an opening in the brush. I have yet to make a path. I'd like to try to go there tomorrow night, under the Moon. Before the Rain.
