I am with Karen on the edges of a wooded hill. A line of trees on the edges of the hill. A welcoming darkness beneath. There is a resonant air of autumnal mystery.
Does Karen have to go somewhere briefly? Do we usually have to look after a child that is not with us today? I picture myself waiting for her, stood just under those trees. The feeling of a body of water - does the hill front some kind of lake?
She comes with me instead.
I look up into the trees. I see a black man and woman with a child walk along a path. They are not interested in us and continue walking by.
We clamber up a slope of roots. This is some kind of game, to be taken lightheartedly. Karen falls amongst the roots. I say to her "...Karen stumbles at the first test of the Tangled Trees!"
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