There is a fine green dust here. Everywhere. It’s a very fine pollen that blows from the pine trees. You can see it blow through the air like green mist. It covers everything. The already green plants have an eerie green glow to them. Spiderwebs are illuminated by this green dust and look like they’ve been crafted with green web. When the monkeys jump from tree to tree there is a cloud of this green dust that rises from the tree. My book is covered in green. As are my feet, which make little green dust footprints.
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