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Do you ever get the impression the trees are watching? Not in a creepy serial killer way, but
that they are gossiping about you? That’s how I’ve felt my whole life. Everyone said I had an
overactive imagination. There was nothing out there but leaves, bark, and pinecones.
After nearly thirty years, I started to believe them. At least until an ill-timed storm left me
nearly dead in the wilderness. That’s when I met Gillia. And you aren’t going to believe this,
but she’s a dryad—protector of the forest. Yeah, I thought I was dreaming too. Then she
opened up a whole world to me and taught me that the trees aren’t only watching but
listening. A little creepy, sure, but also a bit of a relief. None of this was part of my plan,
especially the part where I might be falling in love.
