Things I see here are:
Fir trees and grass. They're unimportant. It's the smell of pungent fresh cut pine that made me stop here,
and the discussion on reflecting on this third of three movement sessions that made me stop now.
I notice:
A benevolent belligerence, the warrior creeping stealthily forth
The colours in this grid are like:
Flocking, laughter atoms and tall trees, the bright fresh smell of pine.
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