It seemed that the braids hung down over the shoulder, thick, thousands of them. This matt was impressive, light green. A dense clump of Coiled-leaf Moss grew on this branch. Some seemed to have a yellowish tinge as if their hair had been accented. How old might a clump like this be? I hadn’t seen any evidence that Deception Pass State Park had been logged. Maybe this was an old-growth moss, hundreds of years old, and what had all passed this living thing. I stepped backward to give it some respect.
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