(Short Blurb) Hillside Park.

Narrowly the passage began to close, wind rushed across the plains in a torent. Sweeping up my long hair in a flurry, curled vines of wispy hair flew up to the heavens. A curled mass lay on the hill bellow, the vast dead oak hung above us all on the largest hill where another family sat on it's branches. A school of fluffy white apes half asleep resting and watching us struggle in the hills below.…