I only ever found something worthwhile in the forest once, by the large oak tree. I had dreamt of an oak tree in a thunderstorm filled forest, bright and dark, otherwise filled with pines. The fateful day I went chopping, a thundering downpour began. I was tired and it was late, but I needed a bit more wood to support myself, and forced myself to go. I stumbled upon a great oak tree, and took one chop before a voice, somehow a whisper louder than the storm, said "Stop."
Reflection:
This paragraph I wrote made me realize you can't really just put anything with this sort of style and expect for it to sound similar. I think it has to be something possibly that has more meaning in just the content, like if it is about birth or death. I did see though that the middle section that she did in the paragraph we read with the dreamy, magical substance can really vividly describe a moment even if it isn't actually what it is like.
Reflection:
This paragraph I wrote made me realize you can't really just put anything with this sort of style and expect for it to sound similar. I think it has to be something possibly that has more meaning in just the content, like if it is about birth or death. I did see though that the middle section that she did in the paragraph we read with the dreamy, magical substance can really vividly describe a moment even if it isn't actually what it is like.
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