The Preserve, Wednesday

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After baking class, Hanna went out on her run, but took a different path through the Preserve this time, away from the beach. It wasn't too long before she started to notice that the trees were looking -- different. Sick. Greyer bark; fewer leaves, and some barren spaces that looked dead.

Spring couldn't come soon enough, really. She made a note to maybe bring in plants, or some seeds, to help the forest recover. Then sped up and resumed her run.

[open, if you happen to be in the Preserve.]