Scenes from the coast: Ghost trees

As night recedes and morning approaches, the ghost trees drift forward.

Draped in mist and fog, branches reaching out towards the edge of the endless road. 

Pale shapes looming in the haze as cold wind slips around the trunks and ripples through the leaves.

Evergreen phantoms coming to life as the sun peers over the horizon.

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