Shiver Me Timbers

Stop looking at the forest through the trees. Look up or down or something, and find your way through. Climb a tree and go up—pull branches with your hands down towards the ground under your feet and push everything below you, branch after branch getting smaller and softer the more you pull and press and step and rest—pausing to glimpse the changing world view.

The forest! It's gone! It's been replaced with a field of evergreen grass! And it's vast! It sways in the wind for miles, shivering in the sun. Shivering? Yes. Shivering like shivers on a spine when you see something you have never seen before in your life and you can't believe your eyes.

Shiver me timbers.

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