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"Wonderful, mommy!" Gemma trotted on, a bounce in her step as she breathed in the sharp forest scents. Pine needles, dried leaves, fresh plants, flowers, all the smells seemed to form a picture before her as, as if she was standing in the middle of a dream, a place she could see as well as touch. Almost.
Suddenly, she stopped.
Layla smiled at her happiness, until she stopped. "What's wrong?" She asked worriedly.
"Mommy," standing beside her mother, Gemma pressed her shoulder comfortingly against her. "What does it look like? What do you see?"