(The forest would like a word with you.)

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Amy awoke about the same time as yesterday. She stretched, exhaled, and shoved her comforter away, in the process displacing a bunch of paper to the floor: a crossword puzzle page and a well-thumbed paperback. Amy let them lie; after all, it’d been years since she’d been able to successfully bend over before downing a morning’s cup of coffee.

The trees watched Amy sidestep all that snubbed paper and rolled their eyes.

She poled stiffly from...