The road to the mountain

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Narrator. “Phoebe would suddenly close her eyes, bringing her fingers to her eyelids, as if she could go back in time and return to the forest.

Phoebe – It was a temperature of 10 degrees, the tar was slippery and the trees were painted in various shades of brown, orange and yellow.
The trip to the forest lasted for two hours, and in the middle was a small village, which was immersed in a cloak of grey clouds.


It was easy to get around the small village, we checked the map and arrived at our destination even before the scheduled time.
I tried to hold my breath, the landscape was magical, a huge row of trees in various warm tones. In fact, I was sure there was something different, it was not the place, but me, I was different …
The scent of the leaves was even more seductive, yet I remembered exactly that scent, it was as if I had never left that place, I was drawn to that sight.
Maybe it’s being very repetitive, “a small smile draws.” Quite simply, the story is this, I can recall all these emotions through my photo.

Narrador- Phoebe de repente, fechava os olhos, levando os dedos às pálpebras, como se pudesse voltar no tempo e regressar à floresta.

Phoebe – Estava uma temperatura de 10 graus, o alcatrão estava escorregadio e as árvores estavam pintadas em vários tons de castanho, laranja e amarelo.
A viagem até à floresta tinha a duração de duas horas, e pelo meio existia uma pequena vila, que se encontrava imersa de um manto de nuvens cinzentas.
Foi fácil contornar a pequena vila, consultamos o mapa e chegamos ao nosso destino ainda antes da hora prevista.
Tentei suster a respiração, a paisagem era mágica, uma fila enorme de árvores em vários tons quentes. Na verdade, tinha a certeza de que havia algo de diferente, não era o sítio, mas eu estava diferente…
O cheiro das folhas era ainda mais sedutor, contudo, eu lembrava-me exactamente daquele cheiro, era como se nunca tivesse deixado aquele lugar, sentia-me atraída por aquela visão.
Talvez esteja a ser muito repetitiva – esboça um pequeno sorriso – Muito simplesmente, a história é esta, posso recordar todas estas emoções através da minha fotografia.

CREDITS: IMAGE AND TEXT THESCHEME617
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