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Imagine You're in the Forest...
The pitter-patter of leaves is heard from all around. a squeaky noise, a solitaire, sounds off in the distance, and from above you you hear the 'chips' of many small birds. The wind blows, and the clouds move along, making trees hidden by fog so wet you feel it on your face. The wet fallen leaves shuffle as you walk onward, ducking under a myriad of hanging vines and epiphytes that sag from the branches above in the weight of the water. 'Chack-chack-chack-chack-chack!' a flock of parrots speeds by, and from the bushes you hear the bubbling song of a wood wren, heard, but not seen. In the distance, two whistles signify the presence of a trogon, and you walk on, regretting to leave this place, but eager to find a new batch of sounds, a little ways down the trail.
Imagine You're in the Forest...
The pitter-patter of leaves is heard from all around. a squeaky noise, a solitaire, sounds off in the distance, and from above you you hear the 'chips' of many small birds. The wind blows, and the clouds move along, making trees hidden by fog so wet you feel it on your face. The wet fallen leaves shuffle as you walk onward, ducking under a myriad of hanging vines and epiphytes that sag from the branches above in the weight of the water. 'Chack-chack-chack-chack-chack!' a flock of parrots speeds by, and from the bushes you hear the bubbling song of a wood wren, heard, but not seen. In the distance, two whistles signify the presence of a trogon, and you walk on, regretting to leave this place, but eager to find a new batch of sounds, a little ways down the trail.