Fog in the forest

A quarter of an hour before sunset in spring-time you go out into the woods and take a look round: The sky is foggy ; the birds are chattering and twittering... You wait. The forest fragrance grows stronger; there is a scent of warmth and damp earth; the fluttering breeze dies away at your side. 

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