(Hey, Claire smells good!)
Claire eventually leaned against a tree, letting the wind blow through her hair, carrying her smell across the forest. She put on her jacket and rubbed her arms. It was a coldish day in early August, and Claire had only brought a small jacket. Claire sank to the ground and watched birds fly by, drawing them in her book-let.
Claire eventually leaned against a tree, letting the wind blow through her hair, carrying her smell across the forest. She put on her jacket and rubbed her arms. It was a coldish day in early August, and Claire had only brought a small jacket. Claire sank to the ground and watched birds fly by, drawing them in her book-let.
