Deepwood heart

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The cold never makes it into the depths of the Deep Woods, where winter wears only another plumage of blooms. The young among the woodkin linger here for long years, as if in a pleasent dreams in one with the growers and th growing all around.

Their first heartache is leavin the Deep Woods it is said, and their final solace is to be made one with the whole again.