the bamboo forest

it was across the street, down the road, over the gravel, through their backyard and past the "no trespassing" sign. it was a dense forest where one could lose themselves and their friends. we'd call out and turn around but no one would be there -- just sound waves trying to reach me. i still have the walking stick stuck somewhere in a lost closet in an empty house in pennsylvania. 
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