I slip on the undergrowth covered with fallen dew and I feel myself falling, falling, falling….
I awake.
It is nighttime and the sliver of moonlight is dappled through the trees.
The stars, surrounding the galaxies, are shining as bright as a 50-watt torch in a dark, cold cave.
I gaze around my surroundings, and I discover that I am in a small valley with gigantic trees, at least 500 years old, towering above me.
Along the banks are thousands of tiny Glow Worms, shining like stars.
I make my way up the stream, back to the Kereru Whare and as I open the door, I stop to hear the New Zealand Morepork calling, its’ voice echoing through the forests at Mount Tutu Eco-Sanctuary.
“Morepork! Morepork! Morepork!”
The stars, surrounding the galaxies, are shining as bright as a 50-watt torch in a dark, cold cave.
I gaze around my surroundings, and I discover that I am in a small valley with gigantic trees, at least 500 years old, towering above me.
Along the banks are thousands of tiny Glow Worms, shining like stars.
I make my way up the stream, back to the Kereru Whare and as I open the door, I stop to hear the New Zealand Morepork calling, its’ voice echoing through the forests at Mount Tutu Eco-Sanctuary.
“Morepork! Morepork! Morepork!”
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