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The deafening crack of the wood slapping against the mossy forest ground jolted tears to my eyes as I was reminded that the forest would soon be gone. The last forest was being cut down, right before my eyes..
The conditions were falling with each nervous breath Emma took. Emma felt her hands begin to break from the small chip of land she was holding on to, and her fingers felt as loose and stretchy as a rubber band. Emma looked down, fear in her vision, and she realized how truly high up she was.