An unedited writing warmup
Marigold hacked through vines with her machete, grunting with the effort. Every inch of her body ached. And yet, as she edged through the thick woods little by little, her imagination fed on her surroundings.
It seemed as if nothing could have ever lived in this unruly wilderness of green and brown where every inch of life fought for dominance over all the others until it had become more like one giant tangle than actual woods.
And yet, Marigold knew that somewhere ahead was the key, the treasure…unless nature had already consumed it.
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E.J. Robison 