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red swing
I saw this yesterday. It's not really in the woods; it's at the back of someone's backyard, which backs onto the woods. But it looks like it is. The woodcutter was alone in the world after the untimely death of her husband, so she took her child with her when she went a-felling in the forest. She strung up a swing so the baby could rock and sway and converse with the squirrels and the birds while she worked. (They have red plastic in this mythical nevertime.)


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And a lovely photo, with those glimmers of light.
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I think your idea would make a really great short story, FWIW.
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I like that. I thought it was a lantern at first.
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an urban swing, for your swing-in-the-woods
(I showed how much I admired this skill; much happiness all round.)
Re: an urban swing, for your swing-in-the-woods
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