Julia reached the base of the mountain, relieved the echoes were behind her. Covered in grime and sweat, Julia washed off in a spring. The once pristine waters were muddled by the time she stepped out. My hair hurts from the wash!
While clean, the deep woods negated the opportunity to dry off in the sun. Julia made a fire to warm up and her clothes dried. Meanwhile, she focused on warm thoughts while droplets of water rolled down her forehead.
“Worth it,” Julia said through chattering teeth.
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