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View from aTangent…Chapter 42
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It was midday by the time Bette drove to their second stop which was a glacier sight-seeing trail. Piling out and unbuckling their belts, they ate earlier, the gang stretched out limbs and torsos. Bette felt refreshed by the air; it was cool as the clouds blocked the sun a bit. Leaving the rest she wandered down a trail on the right side of the signs. Bette felt like being alone for awhile, something that didnt happen often since Tina came back from Florida. The trees were a deep green and Bette breathed in their freshness, the ground was soft and dark. Looking in the forest while walking Bette noticed how thick it was. Dark willow branches twisted about and were covered in lichen, the tree trunks were covered too, in deep green and moist moss. Looking up Bette couldnt see the sky; the treetops covered the trail above like a canopy. It was kind of dark but not reallyBette slapped her arm where a mosquito bit it. Looking back this time she saw the light like it was a window, the trail was a tunnel in which she went further and further. Until Bette reached the creek that is. She heard it first; the trickling water crashing against rocks was pleasing to the ear. A bridge went across it and Bette went to the middle and looked over. The water was clear, not muddy but with some twigs in it. Wet rocks glistened while the water flowed over and around the big ones; slimy algae and moss covered most of them. Even here the trees grew close together and they crowded the creek. The sky could be seen a little bit but the tree tops spread over and touched in the middle. Little spots of sunlight could be seen on the water, creating an illusory effect. Bette closed her eyes and breathed in. The oxygen rushed through her and cooled Bettes lungs. The air felt cool but just a little humid. She thought about Tinas eating habits for some absurd reason. Her friend and lover ate some bizarre ***** sometimes, like the time T made that sardine/peanut butter sandwicheeewww. And grapefruit, that chick was obsessed with grapefruitshe friggin worshipped that ***** in any form. Whether it was sliced, juiced, whole, sometimes even the skinif T prayed to anything it was grapefruit. Ha-ha and what about cold pizza? Chuckling Bette looked down at the creek and saw a man huddled among the rocks looking up at her.
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I love how you’ve been able to go through all the differnt feelings Bette’s been having, even though there not that easy or nice to read so i think so many people think you can go through something like that and still be the same person but you can’t! Thanks for yet another great few updates and please keep it up!